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PRESIDENT GRANT 



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POLITICAL RINGS 



A SATIRE. 



BY P. CUDMORE. ESQ., 

COUNSELOK AT LAW. 



Author of the ** Civil Government of the States , and 

the Constitutional History of the United States^" 

the ** Irish Republic^*' etc., etc. 



NetD Yorfe : 

For Sale by P. J. KENEDY, No. S Barclay Street. 

1880. 



President Grant 



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Political Rings 



A SATIRE. 






BY P; CUDMORE. ESQ., 



COUNSELOR AT LAW. 



Author of the " Civil Government of the States, and the 

Constitutional History of the United States," 

the "Irish Republic," etc., etc. 



■ New York : 

For Sale "by P. J. KENEDY, No. 5 Barclay Street. 

1880. 



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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1S80, 

By p. CUDMORE, 

In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 



PRESIDENT Grant : 

A SATIRE. 



Appomattox surrender made Grant a hero — 
He was dubbed a Scipio and a Caesar — 
He was not noble, great, nor even grand, 
His selfish avarice was his god ! 
With Johnson he jsroved a double dealer 
And joined a ring of Eepublican schemers. 
In 1868 for President he was then run — 
As a candidate both deaf and dumb. 
Of all the spirits that Christ scourged 
The dumb devil was hardest to purge. 
Grant displayed cutming and deceit, 
In his letter of " Let us have peace." 
When in power, peace was then treason. 
His argniment was th' bullet and bayonet 
Before election it was his proud boast, 
That he had no " policy of his own," 
But when in office he changed his tone. 
By him th' Constitution was o'erthrown. 
His word was law — and avarice his rule ; 



As the mother hen gathers her chickens under her wing— 
The President's pardon was a good thing — 
And as the hen to her chicks doth cluck. 
Grant with his pardon th' birds did hush up. 
When McKey was caged th' Democrat did rant, 
And Grant was afraid they'd cage his Bab., 
And that th' jail birds would blab, blab, blab. 
Bristow and the courts did Bab. alarm — 
He'd a military commission in Chicago. 
Hancock and others — good men and true men, 
Sent Bab. and his imps back to St. Louis ; 
Judge Treat was fiUing up the prison. 
And as a dead weight Grant sent 'em Dillon. 
"When Grant saw that Bab. would be caged, 
He trembled for Orville — his heart did ache. 
Off to St. Louis his detective did hie, 
To steal from the XJ. S. Attorney evidence on file- 
Whiskey conspirators weren't then alarmed, 
For the President withdrew th' " State's-evidenco pirdoa." 
Because Gen. Custer testified 'gainst the ringers, 
He was sent on th' plains to be scal^^ed by Indians. 
The Attorney-Gen'riil, the vile old sinner, 
Listead of prosecuting Bab. became his defender, 
The President's x>ower — oh, jury and Dillon, 
Bab. th' whiskej^ conspirator was finally acquitted — 
The power of the President was so great, 
Bab.'s indictment was hushed up for ''■blowing up a safe." 
And before the President's term did end, 
He opened th' jail-door and let the birds out to sijig. 
In 1875, Grant and his vde abettors, 



Electioneered for a Presidential third term ; 

If he'd got a third he'd want a fourth one, 

He'd be a dictator hke Caesar or Napoleon. 

His imperial airs were so unusual, 

That he would play Caesar in the futm-e — 

His military power was so despotic, 

That th' people feared th' man on horseback. 

A third nomination doubtless he'd win, 

But for Belknap, Babcock, and the whiskey ring. 

His mihtary renown was daily waning, 

Before Congressional Committee investigation. 

The people's confidence in Grant had diminished, 

When they saw the President shielding whiskey ringers. 

In 187G, Jim Blaine made a great splurge, 

In Congress he flaunted his bloody shirt. 

He would be nominated for President, certain, 

But for the lobbyists and " Mulligan letters." 

Morton, Butler, and other wily knaves, 

" Put up the job " to slaughter Jim Blaine. 

Between Kepubhcan aspu-ants rivahy was great — 

As a compromise candidate they ran Hayes. 

Grant feared that by Tilden he'd be investigated. 

He tried to carry the election by soldiers and bayonets. 

Instead of keeping the army at the Black Hills, 

He sent them South to bulldoze " the colored men." 

Grant proved a traitor in the " AlaUama Claims," 

A dupe in San Domingo and Samana Bay. 

In 1869 Grant joined in the bond-holders plan, 

By signing the bill for the bond- hoi ding clan. 

A bill for paying the five-twenties in gold. 



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rims, out of the Treasury millions were stole. 

In 1873 Grant sliowed his mean folly, 

By demonetizing our silver dollar. 

When Grant was President, the people were alarmed, 

^Vlien the Southern States were governed by satraps, 

Carpet-bag governors he upheld by bayonets, 

In South Carolina, Scott, Moses and ChamberlaiiL 

In Louisiana his " mihtary rule " was despotic. 

The baUot-box was overthrown by KeUogg and Packard. 

Eepublican papers cried " Oh, Hambui'g!" 

In South Carohna rifle clubs were disbanded, 

His military orders were despotic, unusual — 

A violation of State rights and the Constitution. 

On the State Governors Grant did frown, 

He'd sujoplant self-government by military power. 

In his Southern policy he stood alone. 

He knew no laws but military force — 

In his pohcy to protect "the colored man," 

He put the South under military ban. 

Grant, the tyrant, triumphed o'er the law, 

Like Pisastratous, he had a body-gniard. 

To use intimidation and bribery at the ballot-box. 

Federal officers were taxed by Chandler and Cameron. 

From the North there was a carpet-baggers' flood 

Of men who left theu' country for their country's good. 

For during this fierce political strife. 

Carpet-baggers robbed the people — "black and white." 

To pui-ge the carpet-bag rule from the Southern States, 

Caused the colored stampede to Tilden from Hayes. 

After election the Republicans found it out, 



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That Grant's misrule united the " Solid South" 

Bepubhcans grief and spite were very great, 

"When they found Tilden elected over Hayes. 

Grant, Chamberlain and Cameron, and other rogues, 

Kept Tilden out of office by " Beturning Boards." 

Grant's tactics was a military display, • 

To buU-doze the Democrats and inaugurate Hayes 

His mihtary display alarmed the Nation ; 

In South Carolina he ousted the legislature, 

In Louisiana he followed up his military tactics. 

With troops he sup^oorted Kellogg and Packard. 

Chandler and Cameron laid the wires and ropes, 

To get fraudulent certificates from Beturning Boards. 

In Florida, South Carolina, carpet-bag States, 

Fraudulent electors were returned for Hayes. 

"When the Bepublicans found themselves beaten, 

They cried out " bull- dozing " and " intimidation !' 

The canvassing-boards, their deputies and clerks, 

Had contested returns compiled in the dark. 

The Beturning Board of the State of Louisiana, ' 

Offered to sell out for a miUion dollars. 

In South Carohna, Florida and Louisiana, 

The Beturning Boards ousted towns and parishes. 

In the three last mentioned carpet-bag States, 

Democratic parishes were thrown out to give certificates to 

Hayes. 
Grant was the first President to employ military law, 
Hayes the first President chosen by fraud. 
In the memorable year of the Nation's Centennial, 
There were two Presidential aspirants, Hayes and Tilden. 



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The Democrats said they elected Tilden and Hendricks, 
The Kepublicans said that Grant would make Hayes win- 
ner. 
The fear of another war had alarmed the Nation, 
The peoi)le feared the presidential question would end with 

bayonets'. 
They said that fifteen would settle our political trouble. 
The Democrats squu'med under eight to seven. 
Tilden and Hewitt thought they were a match for Hayes, 
But they found then- seven swallowed u^) by eight. 
The people were astounded to behold the new plan. 
When the president of forty-five millions was chosen by 

one man. 
The Democrats cried out it was deceit at the best. 
But if victors, in future, they must fly to the West — 
Beware of all political hacks, tricksters and schemers, 
Trust not in empty promises in the year eighty — 
We will have our chief magistrate elected by ballot, 
Not by Eeturning Boards — Wells, Morton and Bradley, 
The President in future must be elected by ballot. 
We will abohsh the nuisance, the Electoral College, 
The people will then assume their sovereignty ; 
The majority in future shall inile the minority. 
Grant, when first elected, had military fame. 
He left the White House in a cloud of shame. 
He went to Galena, where he was a tanner. 
And then to England to see Mrs. Sartoris. 
IMi's. Grant was all fidget and racket, 
Preparing to sail by the very next packet. 
Grant, in London, put on princely airs. 



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He bowed liis head to the rich and great, 

He got receptions from Ministers of State — 

A reward for his treason with Alabama Claims — 

In his speeches to John B he had the foUy 

To pledge Columbia as a British ally. 

The Galena tanner in pompous state, 

Hob-nobbed to Victoria and the Prince of Wales. 

He is the first President with the brand, 

Of i)utting on royal airs in foreign lands ! 

Grant appeared in uniform — military traps, 

He acted the Lickspittle — a military fop. 

He danced attendance on lords and dukes. 

He had an invitation each day in June — 

He would act Caesar or a Mogul, 

And for a commission he'd turn Turk. 

Oh, what a time had the Galena tanner. 

Taking a drive in Victoria's fine carriage i 

He despised his countrymen as serfs. 

While wining and dining with the stupid guelphs. 

John B cared little for Grant's folly, 

Only he wanted Uncle Sam for an ally. 



Political Rings: 



A SATIRE. 

By p. CUDMOBE, Esq., 

COXJNSELOR-AT-LAW. 

AuiJM>» **f tha "Civil Government of the States and the Constitutional 
iiisiory of the United States," the " Irish Republic," etc., etc. 



FoETs of yore to Parnassus did wing — 

And invoked the muses to aid 'em to sing — 

Iheir themes often were grand and subhme. 

Some like Dante hurled shafts of satire — 

Others writ of heroic deeds — chieftains and kings. 

My theme is corruption and political rings — 

Politicians have form'd rings in ev'ry place — 

And a Canal ring in th' Empire State. 

Eings in ev'ry county, town, city, and ward, — 

There was a corrupt ring in Tammany Hall. 

Connolly, Sweeney, Tweed, and their pals, 

Were indicted for corruption and fraud. 

They thought that their deeds ne'er would be known, 

For they controU'd th' Legislature and th' Courts. 

And although Tweed possessed millions, 

O'Conor and th' " Seventy " sent 'im to prison — 



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To rob Uncle Sam is a profitable thing, 

And in Washington is a Treasuiy ring. 

There are rings of distillers and gangers, 

Bab.'s cons23iracy was in Grant's chamber — 

The rings had their. aiders and abettors, 

A Washington ring was headed by Shepherd — 

By Court-House rings the people are defrauded. 

There was a corrupt ring in Chicago — 

There are treasuiy defaulters in th' States all o'er. 

And S , and M , in Minnesota. 

Tweed for his frauds to prison did go — 
A defalcation, in Minnesota, is called a ''lone" 
There are rings to rob the poor red man — 
There were rings of schemers to evade the draft 
Eings for steahng in the pubHc lands. 
And a ring for steahng by "railroad bonds." 
Eings of schemers, rogues, and defrauders. 
And many rings for robbing the farmers. 
Eings of lobbyists, strikers— political thieves. 
And raihroad rings— and the " Credit MoUlier:' 
Eings for stealing in the State school funds. 
And rings for monopoly in school books — 
And rings for steahng in the swamp lands. 
And rings for steahng in schoolfund bonds, 
Eings for steahng from the poor Indians, 
And rings of defaulters— agents of pensions ; 
In the pension office was a big steal, 
Jim B r, in Chicago, buUdozed Miss Sweets- 
There were rings of trappers and Indian traders, 
And rings to buy up Territorial Legislatures, 



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Rings for stealing in the State pine lands, 
And a ring for tli' payment of railroad bonds. 
Eings of gangers and inspectors of stiUs— 
Millions are stolen by " Crooked Whiskey " rings. 
Revenue thieves make a very big thing — 
And in New York is a Custom-house ring. 
In ev'ry legislature are lobby ringers, 
And in Minnesota are railroad skinners — 
Rings of bondholders and railroad agents. 
Skinners by name and skinners by nature. 

Mc made a fortune in pine land stumps, 

And built a huge mansion with "State funds." 

Th' Government is robbed by contractors and builder^ 

They are aided by army and naval ringers — 

Rin^s influence men in high and low station. 

And railroad rings the State Legislatures — 

Rings for reconstructing th' Southern States, 

And Grant's conspiracy to inaugurate Hayes — 

Many rings of miners and land grabbers, 

And rings of speculators — " railroad wreckers," 

And rings for cheating in wheat and oats 

And for defrauding th' Gov't by cancelling its notes. 

And although th' rings did plunder and steal, 

Th' President and Governors did 'em shield. 

Many were indicted for " huge steals " — 

Th' prosecution increased th' debts of th' States. 

None ev'r doubted of their plunder and fraud. 

Money and party triumphed o'er th' laws. 

And where th' dominant party didn't want investigation 

Th' matter was hushed up by accepting a resignation — 



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To cover up frauds and stealings Jui-ies are packed 
And State and County Attorneys wink at tli' job — 
And wlien to prison was sent a rogue or defaulter, 
The Jail door was opened by tli' President's pardon. 
There are rings and defaulters in ev'ry station 
And corruption and j^lunder all o'er th' nation. 
Ohj for a Jefferson, a Jackson, or a Clay I 
"We have mere politicians — has vu*tue failed ? 



A Court-house Ring, 

A SATIRE. 



In this poem, I am not over civil 

M D , stands for " Mike the Devil." 

"With vile politicians he was in Co^ 

So you may call him Buck or Do. 

My theme is n't of faries, heroes, or princes, 

But of one o' th' vilest of vile j^oliticians. 

D was not known to the rulers of nations ; 

In Kilkenny ( ) he took up his station. 

When he enter VI politics, he was no expert, 
Till he became an ajiprentice to Beelzebub. 
Bubby tutored him in lies and deceit. 
Till he eclips'd the serpent that tempted Eve. 

This C hack had a battalion of spies. 

He defeat'd Doyle and D ty with deceit and lies. 

This trickster had no love for pigeon or dove. 
In his greed he gul^^'d down Kilkenny's sweet bird ; 
With lies, corruption, he stirred up contention ; 
He was an adept at packing a convention. 
Satan, with a smile, said to old Do, 
"For Greenbacks you sell the county's Gold ; " 
For Avell you know how to grab up pelf. 
You may keep the profit to yourself. 



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Said Do to Satan, "I'll do it smart." 
So with til' county's gold lie got liis first start. 
His satvric phiz had a smile satanic, 
'When he defeated j^oor John L. Meagher. 

AVliile handling S 's money he felt very big — 

With promises and lies he defeated Bill Smith. 

Bill was undaunted ( ), he was a trump, 

And rather than yield he ran on th' stump. 

Do for to match 'im and cause him to stuml^le. 

With the aid of Dick Walsh he ran Frank Quinlan. 

Frank was jovial, jolly, and easy ; 

With dangling curls he charmed some ladies ; 

But the dangling curls have fled, alas ! 

AYho now cares for Doran's jDoor old Ass ? 

Franky was lazy ( ), he drank "much sack," 

It will cost a million for his clerk. 

Let Frank cry, "Commune" — and "tramp, tranr:)," 

He's a dearer pill than th' bogus bonds. 

I remember how Frank's heart did flutter 

When he was jDursu'd by Tim for th' buggy. 

M D ground his teeth and ho swora lika 8 it:iu. 

When he was defeated by Luther Z. Rogers. 

D had at command men of all bramls, 

He'd a brace of supporters in Cadwell and Bangs. 

With his victories he felt quite inflated. 

He was ready to burst like th' toad in th' fable. 

Though a mere lout and ignorant boor, 

He became ambitious of honor and fame ; 

And, in his joride, he aspii'ed to an office of State. 

By packing conventions he got a delegation, 

And for State Auditor he got a nomination. 

Fearing some light — he signed his resignation. 

He got a plotting— and by deception and scheming, 

He thought to get to Congress or some high station. 

Though not gifted as a debater or orator, 



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He'd make a mark as a striker ( ) Salary Grabber. 

To make tli' road clear for Iiis political plans, 

He laid his traps to defeat McDonald and Cox. 

In all o' his scheming, early and late. 

He was a mere tool of Horace B. Strait. 

As long as th' fox runs he is captured at last — 

Cudmore, th' historian, let th' cat out of th' bag. 

Do an apprentice of old Beelzebub, 

Finds his Congressonal honors ( ) a bubble of suds. 

In 1875 Do elected Frank Kolars ; 
In 1876 his Jim was defeated by Borer. 
Through Kilkenny this hopeful was in a sputter, 
Drumming up votes for mere bread and butter. 

M — : — D cared little for friend, cousin, brother ; 

With " no Irish need appty " he defeated Tom Byrne. 

This miserable boor was bloated with jDride — 

Like a hawk on a bird he pounced on M. Wilds. 

In th' Legislature Do defeated Mark for Superintendent, 

For bringing to light Do's figures while Treasurer. 

Mark felt indignant at th' loss of his station. 

And as County Commissioner su'd Do for -. 

Bangs was dejected — th' county employed Cox — 
On th' eve of election Le Sueur was "nolle pros." 

When M D goes through th' county x^uppics do 

bark, 
They feel so indignant for th' dogs that he taxed. 
To get the County Seat to th' Centre puzzled his wit, 
Till he got th' aid of Rogers, Mort, and E. Smith. 
Back again to Le Sueur th' officials he'd quarter, 
And sell for a poor-house his building, farm. 
The County officials he put under tribute — 
He laid it thick on Quinlan, Kolars, Kinsey — 
His man Friday — fugleman in every season, 

Was his ready tool — bald-headed Mike Gr y. 

Mike was not active at cai)turing thieves, 



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He knew enoiigli figures to multiply fees. 

Old Mike, the Sheriff ( ) a, man of straw, 

In the Court-house stands ( ) a pipe in his jaw. 

AVhat a phiz — sniff — snivel — snuffle — sneeze ! 
He lost th' hair of his head adding fees. 
"Where to place Mc I am at my wits end. 
And for th' present he may straddle th' fence. 

Th' fear of bodly harm troubled D 's mind, 

He sent to St. Peter honest Bill Dynes. 

In 18G7, D for Treasurer did run — 

To head him off, John ran on the stump. 
In 1875, Do devis'd th' Satanic j^lan, 
Th' defeat o' Borer with j^olitical hacks. 

C was defeated by political tricksters. 

The cry of the ring was, " stick to the ticket ; " 

Then, to defeat C , the Court-house pack 

All united from Do to , 

O'er political blood-hounds Do's whip did crack, 

G y, Q , M y, and ''Jim" joined tli' pack. 

"With literary talent Do was not bless'd. 
Yet, in Le Sueur, he bulldozed th' j^ress. 

M D , for the bonds, didn't know how to vote. 

He consulted C n, not a judge of a court. 

Those he didn't enlist with j)romises and 

He united his dupes like Satan with lies. 
During the war he was a man-catcher — trap — 
He joined a ring for evading the draft. 

M D , Capt. C- , and Dr. Mayo, 

To evade the draft, met in Faribault. 

That mean vile crew, with satanic skill, 

Out of poor men did their pockets fill. 

They had their runners — man-catchers — traps — 

Wlio made believe they'd exempt from th' draft. 

Their delud'd dupes in numbers flocked, 

And gave th' draft ring thousands in greenbacks. 



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Tlie mean, vile, low ring made the mare go, 
And for greenbacks fleeced friend and foe. 
As a billy goat scampers down hill, 

D ran off from ]\Iarslial Averill. 

Like the vile arch iiend fallen from bliss. 
Do's sole delight was in doing amiss. 
To set up his pins securely and strong, 

He made nominations in Le bank. 

While playing billiards ( ) drinlving in grog shops, 

He selected his tools for packing caucuses — 
He rode through the county to mature his plans ; 
He used beer and whisky and a low dance. 
When he found men more joractical than funny, 

With the beer and th' dance he gave them m y. 

He employed craft, malice, envy ( ) double dealing ; 

Ambiguity — tricks — deceit — promises — scheming. 
To rule or ruin he'd use money and spies, 
And, like Satan, mix truth "to vent more lies." 

He dissembled ( ), the rich he worshiped and praised ; 

He looked on foes with anger and low disdain. 

His duped followers oft he did beguile. 

With fair promises and satanic lies. 

He seldom or never prayed to the most High ; 

He bent his knee to Satan and Belial ; 

He car'd not for heroes — not Agamemnon ; 

A mean hunk he — hunker-like worship'd Mammon. 

For wealth and power he had a thirst. 

He took Satan's counsel — " Get money first." 

For to get wealth (- — ) his motto was, "succeed." 

In deceit, lies, and cunning he eclipsed th' fiend. 
This greedy cormorant cared not for God's law, 
If with filthy lucre he could fill his maw. 
To get votes or to reap more gain. 
He'd worship Satan's God — even Baal. 
He was outlandish, base, mean, and vile ; 



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Even tlie truth he mixed with Kes. 
Th' trickster thinks that by means of pelf, 
That to Congress he will go himself. 
Th' trickster to Congress ne'er will go, 
Be his reward of merit th' hangman's rope ! 
Indeed, the slave has his tools and spies, 
And he j^uUs his puj^pets with his wires. 
Now, to this trickster a word I say — 
That every mean dog has his day ! 



DORAN'S ASS-1878. 

Franky, indeed, was quite a mean one — 

He turned Turk — he turned Bohemian ; 

Not, indeed, for what he ev'r had " wrote," 

But for packing caucuses — trading votes. 

Franky to his friends never was true ; 

To gain a voter he would lose two. 

He was with all parties on all questions ; 

He was false to his friends ; he us'd deception ; 

To get elected was his aim and end. 

For a few votes he would sell his friends. 

At conventions how he raves and rants, 

That noisy, toady and silly Frank ! 

How the people hsten when they pass. 

Just to hear the bray of Dor an' s ass ! ! 

That stui)id ass, in his pranks one day, 

From his cruel master ran awa}^ ; 

But the noisy, stupid, servile, hack, 

Just when Doran whistled, hurried back. 

He stooped down at his master's crack, 

To get his burden put on his back. 

T^liile he stood mute at his master's rack. 

He was told the convention he should pack ; 



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That lie sliould work, then canter and bray, 

"While his cruel master was at th' fair. 

Just wait awhile till election day, 

This stupid ass will want more fresh hay. 

"When this stupid donkey will want oats, 

Or in other words, the people's votes, 

Tell this donkey, when for votes he asks, 

You can go to thistles — " go to grass ! " 

A bald-headed sheriff, with a frown. 

Said the "ticket with Irish don't load down! " 

This d , this s , of the Irish nation. 

By Irishmen's votes got his high station. 
This mean hack for Doran loudly bawls — 
In seventy-nine he'll have a fall. 
The donkey's blood-hounds, Doran's vile pack. 
The people will clear from th' election track. 
'Stick to the ticket," is th' cry of th' hacks ; 
Let the people shout, " Vote for greenbacks ! " 
"When he wants votes, Doran's hack doth Avhino, 
Don't you forget, " No Irish need apply ! " 
He'd keep Irishmen from office, the mean elf ; 
Let th' rule be applied, then, to himself. 

M D 's study early and late, 

"Was to get office, real estate — 

To get jDclf, power — office — civil, 

He sold himself unto the devil ! 

The contract was drawn with devil's skill, 

W^as writ in blood with a raven's quill. 

To get knowledge from Beelzebub, 

He drank raven's blood from a raven's skull — 

Bird of darkness — ill-omen — evil — 

D 's companion is the devil. 

The Black Crook, or fiend of sable night, 
"Will take (D -) to his kingdom in his flight. 



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The vile arcli-fiend emj^loyed liis skill, 

And tutored D to manage the mill. 

When by " hocus-230cus, 2)resto, pass," 
The mill stockholders then "went to grass." 
The fiend worked hard, early and late, 

And gave M office, wealth, real estate. 

Th' evil one's power he did employ, 

That his enemies he could defy. 

They say the devil must have his due — 

Others joined M D 's vile crew ; 

For to gain influence and capture votes, 

D , with Lapland witches, rode a goat. 

The mean dregs of every nation 

"Worked for D for wealth or station ; 

This vile, low herd — this mean, servile pack- 
Always ready when M 's whip did crack. 

Those that the fiend raised always fell ; 

D and his crew may go to h — 11. 

Before you vote think awhile and stoj) ; 
In Le Sueur is a "put-up job." 
If you vote for Doran's servile hacks, 
You will have the bonds u]Don jour backs ; 
You will have to work hard night and day, 
The bogus railroad bonds for to pa}'- ! 

Fearing that C would run on th' stumj), 

D met his asses at the town pump ; 

At th' town pump they joined in marriage. 
Seventy-nine there'll be a miscarriage ! 
The people '11 have a very long rest ; 
There will be a divorce of the pests. 

D ground his teeth with a great frown ; 

He said, "Iv'e asses in every town." 
His donkeys were running night and day, 
And palsy-headed Jack made a loud bray ; 
O'er th' county it was gallop and trot ; 



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What a mean donkey was lying Jack ! 

In ev ry town lie had hacks and spies ; 

Blatherskite Jack told a bundle of lies. 

Ill it fared with poor old Do, 

That his insane job was no go. 

To congress he cannot now sail, 

On his last hobby, th' county jail. 

Down, down, down-hill he now must slide — 

Th' state prison hobby he can't ride. 

For his mean, low Kasota trick, 

In the next race he will break his neck. 

Old Frank was mean, low, and wicked, 

For he burned John Harty's greenback ticket. 

Now he is on the election track, 

With a load of sin upon his back. 

After election Franky will weep, 

On his veiy long trij) up Salt Creek ! 

On the stump th' ring thought C too bluff, 

And one of the gang was Deacon Killduff. 
Th' political hacks will meet their doom ; 
They will be swept from office with a broom. 
The ring will yet come to grief and shame 
For imputing greenbackers insane. 
A judgment will follow their mean tricks ; 
They or their friends will be lunatics. 
For their low cunning, deceit, falsehood, 
The court-house rats will shed tears of blood. 
Stewart met with sorrow, grief, and woe, 

When M D he joined in Co. 

What a sad, dismal tale he can tell ; 
He paid for his lesson very well ! 
The plan is now laid — the trap is set — 
Another victim is in the net. 

M D will live as he had begun— 

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18 79. 

At Cleveland, said the mean boor and scamp. 
In th' Senate, " I'll pass a law 'gin tramps." 
The mean boor through the county did tramp. 
To get good Irishmen to sign his bond. 
Some banks will break like the ocean surge ; 
The boor's offspring will jet tramp and dinidge. 
A judgment will follow the boor soon ; 
His wealth 'ill shingle many a saloon. 
Now the booby the poor doth deride, 
Behold the swagger of the upstart's pride. 
In the Senate the boor cried, "peculation! " 
Did he forget his gold speculation ? 
The brazen upstart, was he not pert, 
In the Senate to talk of experts ? 
Of all the humbugs since creation 
Is a Le Sueur investigation. 

"Loose book-keeping" ( ), ink, and botches, 

Le Sueur ( ~) books, scratches, scratches. 

In the court-hoiTse are some Doran hacks ; 
They are known in th' couut}^ as " the Franks." 
There is Frank the sly, and Frank the fop ; 
I'll not forget Frank, the mean 3'ellow dog. 

M D 's hacks are human chattel, 

Which he drives like " dumb, driven cattle." 
The boor on big interest was intent ; 
In th' Senate he voted for a big per cent. 

( ) fixing interest at ten per cent. — so — 

In the Senate he voted no, no, no ! 

M D • made a sad mistake 

When he aspired to dictator of th' State. 
Like the toi-toise that want'd to fly. 
Flat on the ground he now must lie. 



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The eagle may soar toward heaven ; 
But on th' ground reptiles find their level. 

In Chicago it was D 's intention 

To make a splurge in the convention ; 
At th' Times reporter he'd sj^it and spat ; 
He bristled up like a big torn cat. 
Oh, what a horrid look — what a sight ! 
D 's big grin — but he could not bite ! ! 



M • D 'S EPITAPH. 

M D lies beneath this clod of earth, 

A boor to honor and to truth unknown ; 

Under the dragon's tail was his mishap birth, 
And Be-el-ze-bub claimed him for his own. 



The Bondholder's Lamentation 

A SATIRE. 



The people were victors on election day — 

The bondholders set up a lament or a wail ; 

They called an election on the 12th day of June (1877), 

But they did not find that the farmers w«re fools. 

The bondholders and their understrappers 

Did not find that the farmers were nappers. 

The bondholders' press set up a wild bray — 

" You vot'd down th' bonds " — of light you've not a ray. 
To those who vot'd for th' bonds, it said " all right, 
You're moral men in the splendor of light " — 
To the farmers it said, " you mean stupid serfs, 
You're mean and ignorant for not taxing yourselves." 
A bondholder's paper — a friend of the ringers. 
Said, " vote for the bonds or you are vile sinners." 
If you don't dance to the bondholder's tune. 
You're worse than infidels and the Commune. 
Those who advocate th' paj^ment of bogus bonds 
Are helping to confiscate the farmer's lands. 
'Tis 'gainst th' law of God and th' law of nature. 
To take th' farmer's lands b}^ confiscation. 
It is a legal maxim, well understood, 

" That treason doesn't work corruption of the blood. '' 



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Even for acts of treason and rebellious strife, 

You can only confiscate the farms for life. 

You who cry repudiation and divine law, 

Know that the farmers haven't committed treason at alL 

Those who call raik-oad bonds " an honest debt," 

Delude others or they delude themselves. 

Jefferson, Madison, and Monroe took a stand 

Against giving railroads a bonus or land. 

Th' Constitutional fathers, in their time. 

Held such donations illegal and unwise. 

Th' bondholder's press is keeping up a wifd bray, 

That hereafter the bogus bonds we must pay. 

Farmers, heed not this false siren's note. 

You'll not pay the bonds till for 'em you vote. 

If you heed th' bondholders and their brib'd hacks, 

You'll yet groan under a mountain of tax. 

If you don't vote for the bondholder's tax, 

They'U say you're benighted and live in the dark. 

Chamberlain will follow C D 's plan, 

Til' legislature to make a haul or a grab. 

You now ask me how this can be done. 

By a bill to grab the State school fund. 

If you send th' bondholders to make the laws. 

They will grab the school bonds by trick or fraud. 

Heed you this wise adage oft time spoken. 

You lock th' stable door when th' horse is stolen. 

The bondholders will devise a scheme — 

Political hacks for a court of claims ; 

Th' bondholders know what that court will say, 

For Chamberlain has Greenbacks to pay. 

Farmers, beware of railroad bond ringers ; 

You know how you'll vote on next November. 



T AXE S. 



A SATIRE. 



In tliis age of civilization 

The people are slaves to taxation ; 

Th' politicians have made man a slave, 

To toil and moil from th' cradle to th' grave. 

The people are tax'd for clothes and food, 

And for house, furniture, coal, and wood ; 

They are tax'd for matches ( • — ), e'en a pill, 

"Wliat a heavy tax is the doctor's bill ! 
That tax the people pay with a will. 
Is the tax on the worm of the still. 

They are tax'd ( — ) from a nail to a rope. 

And for tobacco that they puff in smoke. 

They're tax'd for tools ( ) implements of trade ; 

They are tax'd for soap and the barber's blade. 
The farmer is tax'd for th' team he drives, 
He's tax'd for the road o'er which he rides. 
He's tax'd for his mower, rake, and thresher. 
And for his pump, cradle, and his washer, 
He is tax'd for his mill and reaper. 
And from a grind-stone to a seeder. 



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He's tax'd for the produce of his lands, 

And he is taxed for raikoad bonds. 

He is taxed by the thieving rings, 

Desx^ots worse than many tyrant kings- 

He is taxed for his clock and gun, 

And for all he owns beneath the sun. 

He is taxed to make or mend the law ; 

He feeds soldiers both in peace and war. 

He is tax'd to feed those that rule. 

And for to feed the wicked and the poor. 

He is tax'd to feed the mute and blind, 

And the rogue and those who've no mind. 

To pay taxes he is sorely driven — 

He supports the school, church, and prison. 

He is taxed for the books that he reads, 

For all creation, but the air he breathes. 

The people boast of their colleges and schools. 

Yet, they are ruled by knaves and tools. 

"We've a free press and civilization — 

"We're ( ) tax-ridden people since creation. 

Th' people '11 pay big taxes and booty, 

AVhile they vote for a knave or booby. 

Th' tax ridden people will take a stand, 

They'll tax railroads and the railroad land. 

It will free millions from starvation 

To tax moneyed corporations. 

Tax monopolists and moneyed kings, 

Bondholders, usurers, and the gold rings. 

It would take th' burden off th' people's backs. 

To lay on a heavy income tax. 

Indeed, the farmers will the day rue. 

That they kej^t in office th' knave and boor. 

"What better than a thief and robber 

Is th' court-house rat and salary grabber ? 

The farmers vote for their old party hacks, 



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Wlio put a load of tax upon tlieir backs. 

The farmer is taxed for th' coffin in whicli he sleeps i 

He is taxed for shroud and winding sheets. 

In the grave the farmer is taxed still, 

For there is a heav}^ tax on his ivill. 

In the grave he isn't free from taxation. 

For his loill is taxed for probation. 

He's tax'd in this world and ( ) future state ; 

He's tax'd on the road to heaven's gate. 
AYlien will he be free from the tax bill ? 
Just when good Saint Peter lets him in. 



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The Day we Celebrate." 



THE IRISH AT HOME AND ABROAD. 



Irishmen celebrate this day iu ev'ry laLd, 

From til' bright polar star to th, southerix cross ; 

From Labrador to India's coral strand, 

And from th' gigantic Andes to th' classic Alps. 

Irishmen celebrate this day in ev'ry clime, 

Though 3^ou came from th' Shannon, th' Suir, or th' Boyne. 

Eemember 3'our country, though in foreign lands ; 

Whether you came from th' Blackwater, Slaney, or Bann ; 

Though 3'ou came from th' Nore, th' Barrow, or Dee ; 

The Bride, th' Liftey, Deel, Moy, or the Lee — 

From th' Kerry Reeks to th' mountains of Down, 

Mount Nephin, Barthowra, Slievenamon th' renown'd, 

Slieve Bloom, Arra, Keeper, and Mount Leinster ; 

IMangerton, Commeragh, and Howth, near th' Liffey. 

Bemember your mission your country to free, 

From the peaks of Slieve GuiUion to th' stately Galtees. 

Your tall mountaineers would all fight to-morrow. 

From th' Giant's Causeway to th' hills of Duhallow ; 

From th' shores of Lough Erne to th' plains of Kildare, 

Th' Lakes of Killarney to th' banks of Lough Neagli ; 

From th' shores of Lough Foyle, Lough Mask, or Lough 

Garra ; 
From th' hill of Howth to wild Connemara. 



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You're all Ii-ish, from the Bann to the Shannon ; 

From Leinster, from Munster, from Ulster, Cannaught. 

Remember Clontarf, where Brian vanquished th' Danes ! 

Forget not Tyrone and Owen, Roe, O'Neill! 

Remember old Erin and her men of renown, 

Sarsfield th' brave, who held Limerick town ! 

Remember Limerick, Blackwater, and Benburb ; " 

The halls of Dungannon and the Eighty-two Club. 

Remember the i^atriots, the true and the brave ; 

The heroes of Wexford in famed ninety-eight. 

Irish warriors have bled from Shannon to Rhine ; 

The plains of Landon and famed ^ontono3^ 

The United Irishmen, their fate we deplore ; 

The immortal Emmet and valiant Wolf Tone. 

In every clime Irishmen have shown valor, 

From th' Hudson to Ganges, from Danube to Shannon, 

Irish Ciceroes England's misrule long withstood, 

Th' patriots O'Connell, Curran, Grattan, and Flood. 

Other patriots 'gainst wrongs their j^ens did wield, 

Meagher, Mitchel, McGee, Davis, and Shiel. 

Ireland can boast of her scholars and schools, 

In the days of the Christian and mystic Druids. 

Ireland can boast of her brave chivalry. 

Both Pagan and Christian of true hospitality. 

Her zealous missionaries, in ages long passed. 

Carried to foreign climes th' gosx3el and cross. 

Erin, dear Erin ! you're now in the shade. 

The land of the warrior, the bard, and th' saint. 

Be United Irishmen in heart and in name, 

Though your sires of yore came from 'yond th' Main. 

Join hands and hearts with th' valiant old Gael, 

You sons of the Norman, th' Saxon and Dane ; 

Your sires of yore caused Erin to weej:). 

Ours be the mission dear Erin to free ! ! 



THE FALL 



Turkish and British Empires, 



This is an often repeated adage, 
' Scratch a Russian, I'll show you a Tartar " — 
Eussian, Cossack, Tartar, are the same, 
Czar Peter, Genghis Khan and Tamerlane. 
Many a bloody battle was carried on 
Between the Tartars and the Ottoman. 
Tartars and Turks will fight their battles o'er, 
The Russians will take Constantinople ; 
Whether Russ or Turk be victor — all the same, 
If we get England into the flame. 
jVIany a time some Irishmen have said, 
England will keep from the battle's blaze. 
With all her wisdom, mean tricks and saws, 
She cannot resist God's own just Laws. 
Ancient nations had their rise and fail ; 
Oh, England ! the " writing is on the wall." 
Divine prophets — wise, good, true and old, 
Predict that to Palestine th' Jews'll be restored 
Those who doubt not in divine holy writ. 
Know that the Turkish empire will soon end. 



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The Rassians then will enter Samarcand^ 
And next they will enter Hindostan — 
Tlie nation's flags will be unfurled — 
EngLind's navy into ruin will be hurled. 
The news will resound from pole to pole 
That Britannia's empire is no more ! 
Oh, Erin's son, thou art not forgot, 
Emmet's epitaph is wi'it at last ! 
Heed you this moral, all true Irishmen, 
Believe in prophecy and Columbkille ; 
Let the watch-word now and ever be. 
That all nations must and shall be free ! 



The Sweetest Here Below. 



Sweet is Aurora's bright car ; 
Sweet is the morning and ev'ning star ; 
Sweet is th' heaven's azure blue ; 
Sweet is the rainbow's vari'd hue ; 
Sweet is th' moon's silvery light, 
And million stars that shine by night. 
Sweet is the comet's fiery train, 
Th' Great Creator's power proclaims. 
Sweet is th' sun's silvery sheen ; 
Sweet is Flora's robe of green ; 
Sweet is the light from God above, 
Th' Mighty One, the Truth, the Love. 

It's sweet to spend a sweet hour, 

Midst blooming blossoms— vernal flowers ; 

Oh, sweet is the breeze of morn. 

The lark's carol, th' hunter's horn ; 

And sweet is the summer breeze, 

Midst peach, palm, and orange trees. 

In Autumn, it is sweet to see 

Luscious fruit and golden wheat ; 

And winter has its delight. 

With a pleasant and good wife. 



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It's sweet to stand on n rock — 
To see tli' billows roll and dasli. 
Sweet to sail on th' stormy main, 
To see tli' fishes si^ort and 'plaj. 
It's sweet oft to be alone, 
O'er mountains and glens to roam ; 
O'er mountains wild and airy 
To climb tli' rocks to th' eagle's erie ; 
Sweet to roam o'er glens enchant'd, 
By fauns, sj)rites, and fairies haunt'd. 
Sweet to roam over lonely glens, 
To sit by cool and silvery rills. 

Sweet to roam o'er fields and woods ; 
Sweet are th' notes of singing birds ; 
Sweet is th' sunset's golden hue ; 
Sweet the sparkling droi3S of dew ; 
Sweet is all of God's creation, 
Give him praise and admiration ! 
Sweet to converse with a friend, 
And in union thoughts to blend. 
"What dear friend can be S3 kind 
As a sweet and loving wife ! 
Th' sweetest, dearest here below, 
Is my belov'd . 



Th' great secret of a happy wedd'd life, 
Is to give your confidence to your wife. 
Tell her your hope and aspiration, 
And she'll promote your expectation. 
Give her your confidenca and caress, 
Like a babe upon its mother's breast. 

, , my dear, my love, before you sleep. 

Send to th' Good God a prayer for me ; 
And in the morning when you awake. 
Oil, pray for me — oh, do for God's sake. 



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Pray that God may crown me with success, 
And that my labors may ha blessed ; 
That God may give you to me for a wife, 
To love and comfort me in this life ; 
And when we leave this world o' vexation, 
That God may crown us with salvation. 

' ^ i^y lovely dear, and sweet jDet, 

In my jDrayers, I'll ne'er you forg;et ; 
Sweetest, purest, lovehest, precious dear, 
"Merry Christmas and a happy New Year." 

Do not, my love, heed what others tell you ; 
You'll find me loving, honorable and true. 

Oh, — ■ , , this doubt would soon depart, 

If you'd know the purity of my heart ! 
Sweetest, dearest, loveliest, precious dove, 
Oh, have you ever felt the pangs of love ? 

, have you felt love's burning j^ain ? 

Then heed my plaintive and sorrowful tale. 
Will you, dear, excuse this poetic strain ? 
It reheves my heart of grief and pain! ! 

^^^' > J , oh, for the time 

When I can call you my sainted wife ! 
God bless you, dear, now and hereafter. 
And your sweet niece and lovely daughters. 
Your true lover, now and forevermore, 
Yours, in love and friendship, , _. 



'he Fall of the Turkish Empire, 



The crescent banner long in triumpli waved 
O'er the Turkish j^irate and the Christian slave : 
Greece, the land of science, arms and arts, 
Thy sons were sold as slaves in Turkish marts. 
In Turkish slave marts often were seen 
For sale, like cattle, the noble Greeks, 
"Whose sires, in the days of Grecian renown, 
Ancient civilization handed down. 
Moslem warriors, with sword in hand, 
Spread desolation o'er sea and land. 
Those fierce fanatics, fired with zeal, 
O'erthrew Jerusalem — enslav'd the Greeks. 
Yea, Christian captives from every land. 
With the heathen were sold in Turkish marts. 
Turkish pirates roam'd o'er every main. 
To furnish Turkey with Christian slaves. 
Franks, Italians, Greeks, were sold by caitiffs 
As slaves, to fierce and lusty califs. 
The Turks' rallying cry in every battle, 
" There is but one God — Mahomet is Prophet. 
Slay thine enemies — take their goods and life — 
Youi- reward is Heaven or Paradise." 
Oh, Jerusalem, what a foul disgrace ! 



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Omar, with " dirty sheep skins/' sat in th' holy place. 

The Moslem barbarians, in their wild zeal, 

Gave libraries to the devouring flames. 

The senii-ljarbarians thought th' prophet wise 

For allowing the faithful plural wives. 

Th' Mussulman fanatics, with sword in hand, 

Sjoread Mahomet's religion o'er sea and land. 

Unbelievers had no other election 

But tribute, extermination, or conversion. 

The Moslem tyrants- all Europe did alarm 

With their pirates, slave marts, and their harems. 

The Turkish warriors the loorlcl did alarm, 

Rome was saved by a tempestuous storm. 

The world trembled before the Moslem van ; 

At LejDonta they were defeated by Don John. 

All nations yielded before their advance. 

Till defeated by the martial sons of France. 

Two million Christians met a bloody fate 

While wresting from the Moslem th' Savior's grave. 

For two hundred years of bloody strife- 

Fought many a Christian chief and noble knight. 

They fought for Christ, religion, fame, and renown. 

Civilization, liberty, and the martyr's crown. 

Their degenerate sons, alas ! for shame. 

Cry o'er the cross let the crescent wave ! 

Oh, it's strange — it's wicked and absurd. 

To see so many Christians turn Turks I 

O, mammon, to fill commercial marts, 

Degenerate Christians wave th' crescent o'er the* cross ! 

Does it not move a Christian's heart to ire, 

When reading of Bulgarian villages on' lire ? 

Oh, how women and children shriek'd and groau'd, 

Before the Bashi Bazouks fire and sword 1 

The Turkish crescent is on the wane ; 

The Ottoman empire is doomed by fate ; 



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The Turkish power will have a fall ; 

The fatal writing is on the wall ; 

The news will resound from pole to pole 

That the Turkish emjjire is no more. 

On Sophia's th' cross 'ill be unfurled, 

Constantinoi^le ( ) mistress of the world ! I 



President Hayes, 

A SATIRE. 



Grant's conspiracy was^ a military display — 

An intimidation to inaugurate Hayes — 

Many Democrats who want'd a legal decision, 

Joined Republicans for an Electoral Commission. 

Many Democrats, as in days of yore, 

Put faith in th' Judges of the Supreme Court — 

The Eepublicans managed the wires ; 

They got three of the Judges out of the five. 

The three Judges though well versed in lore. 

Cared little for law, honor, or oaths. 

Miller, Strong, and Bradley — well learn'd in law — 

Would'nt investigate perjury, forgery, fraud. 

Bradley said there wasn't law 'gain fraud or deceit — 

The logic of th* Serpent that tempted Eve. 

The peoj)le no longer the Courts did admire. 

And the Supreme Court then sunk in the mire ! 

When th' decision of th' Commissioners was known, 

That th* majority behind th' returns wouldn't go, 

Many Democrats did then rave and bluster — 

They thought to keep out Hayes by filibuster. 

Then Foster, a wily and sly old knave. 

Promised th' " Governors" for votes for Hayes, 



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Matthews raid Foster — Hayes' abettors — 

I^y such means made a fraudulent President. 

The okl aboUtionists were sorely startled 

By Hayes' inaugural and Southern policy. 

Th' fraudulent President to condone his sins, 

Put into his Cabinet some wornout AYhigs. 

To cover up the theft of a political dastard, 

Hayes put into his Cabinet some so-called Democrats. 

They were professed Democrats — Democrats to win — 

With them he thought to resurrect the fossil Whigs. 

The fraudulent President — oh ! Tylerism — 

Tried to break up his party for Whigism. 

To carry out the bargain, as hinted before, 

Hayes sent to Louisiana a Commission of *' one-to-fom\ 

They had their instructions from Billy Evarts — 

"Buy up Packard'' — "Don't investigate th' election.'' 

The Louisiana question was a hard nut to crack. 

Some one once exclaimed, " Write me down an ass '' — 

No matter what poet from Chaucer to Tupper — • 

Hayes recognized Nichols — Hayes th' usur^^er. 

It needs no logic, 'it is only too plain, 

If Packard wasn't elected, neither was Hayes — 

Time reveals secrets of time and States. 

It will yet x^rove a bargain and sale. 

Grant left a nut to crack for Hutherford Hayes, 

To manage th' "color line" in the duphcate States. 

This was an anomaly never seen before — 

Dux^licate Governors, Legislatures, and Courts. 

Many Republicans became alarmed 

At Haj'es' attempt to break up their i^arty — 

The Whigs hoisted on their banner of i^arty, 

The motto, "Currency," ''Imj)rovement," "Tariff." 

Before election, Ha^^es cried "civil reform," 
Rotten Treasury, Boi»twell, Richardson, alarm. 



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To defraud Tilden was a very mean thing, 

His rjiajoritv was a million white men. 

Key to the Democrats, said join th' Whig line. 

"You'll get a j)art of th' Federal spoils" — 

Th' President de facto, Rutherford Hayes, 

Made a Senator in the Buckej^e State — 

His letter to Garfield was a whopper — 

To yield the field to Stanley Matthews. 

He said my influence will, I've no doubt, 

Make you the Speaker of the next House. 

Democrats have a majority true. 

But you'll see what my influence will do. 

Oh, what shameful corrupt bargain and sale — 

A political reward to th' agent of Hayes ! 

Before election, the cry of Jim Blaine, 

Was, beware of Tilden and Southern claims — 

What a shock it was for President Hayes, 

His rej)udiation by the Bucke}- e State — 

On the Fourth of July, Independence Day. 

Hayes was denounced pul^licly by Jim Blaine, 

Wlio opened his oratorical battery, 

And denounced Hayes and liis Mexican policy. 

Hayes j)romis'd reform in the civil service. 

While spending campaign funds in the election. 

But the campaign money was not from his bank, 

But the wages of postmasters and Federal clerks. 

Hayes' administration is a sad miscarriage. 

An illegitimate child legaliz'd by marriage ! 



18 78. 

The cry of the shylocks and the banks, 
Was give us specie— gold-bearing bonds — 
They would rob the cradle and the dead 
For gold-bearing bonds and "pound of flesh 



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But the face of the bonds would not do, 

With the flesh they would have the blood too. 

Hayes to please the bondholder's gold ring, 

In seventy-eight veto'J th' Silver BilL 

He spoke of sacred contracts and law — 

Oh, thou hypocrite, thou fraud of frauds — ■ 

Fraudulent President, what a fall, 

Anderson guilty of forger}^, fraud. 

Judge Manning winked at rascality — 

Anderson was released by technicality — • 

Th' Attorney Gen'ral mov'd for a new trial, 

But the Supreme Court would not stand fire. 

Hayes kept in office Eeturning Board hacks. 

In Louisiana, their deputies and clerks — 

To shut u]) the mouth of a tool ( — ) dastard. 

He made a British Consul of Packard, 

Who was well paid ( — ) his agent and tool, 

In the commercial city o' Liverpool. 

Thou fraudulent President what pain, 

It brought thy heart — th' investigation by Blair- 

To oust the President from station 

By th' Supreme Court investigation. 

Florida and Louisiana grief did bring 

By the disclosures of Weber and McLin, 

To drive fraudulent Hayes from his station 

Inspired Congressional investigation — 

Seventy-eight, on th' thirteenth day of May, 

In Congress th' Democrats met in array — - 

Th' Republican tactics was time and bluster 

To prevent a quorum by filibuster — 

Hayes and his friends all over the nation 

Tried to prevent an investigation — 

Hayes didn't like Democratic attitude. 

He spoke w^ith rage of Southern ingratitude. 

Hayes says there is n't a remedy in law, 



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To oust a President chosen by fraud. 

Ha^^es said Tilden might ask a quo loarranto, 

But that the Supreme Court would say, ' 'No, no.' 

Hayes men rail'd at investigation — 

They say it '11 ruin business relation — 

If political frauds are n't defeated, 

Again, and again they '11 be repeated. 

The Hayes men are for force and fraud still, 

From the Treasmy their pockets they fill. 

The politicians eat th' people's bread, 

They'd rob the grave, the living, and the dead. 

If we sanction usurpation and fraud — 

They will ov'rthrow th' Constitution and th' law. 

If we don't stand by the Constitution, 

We '11 have anarchy and revolution. 

Hayes wants a standing army, of course, 

To uphold usurpation by force. 

Hayes 'd prefer war and desolation, 

Eatlier than lose his usurp'd station. 

Hayes men feel the lash of Butler Ben — 

They fear they '11 lose the Treasury bin. 

Ben Butler leaves th* Kei)ublican raft. 

As ra(s leave a rotten ship or craft. 

For Butler knows of what he's thinking. 

For the Eepublican craft is sinking. 

Key's lettler to th' South is understood. 

As a threat of civil war and blood. 

Hayes fears Potter's investigation, 

A deadlock — "non-cooperation." 

He fears caucuses and like agreement, 

He fears removal by impeachment. 

Hayes' men fear the light of detection. 

For their overthrow of free election. 

Hayes men sneer and snarl at Pottery, 

They fear he will smash Hayes' crockery, 



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Then we will hear no more mockery. 
But fierce abuse of democracy, 
Sherman is mad, he '11 not get better, 
From th' attack of " Anderson letter " — 

Sherman, Matthews, Hayes ( ) oh, what alarm! 

Anderson not sent to a climate warm — 

On a voyage, on a long, long trijD, 

To Pluto's kingdom for a consulshijD. 

Th' fraudulent President could hide sin, 

By sending Anderson to Tientsin. 

Treasury Sherman, your wealth is great ; 

You know how to manage the syndicate. 

Well 3'ou know how your pockets to fill, 

For you can draw water to your mill. 

Hayes, Sherman, Matthews, Harlan, did wilt 

When it was known their knowledge of guilt— 

Th' guilt o' corruption, forgery, and fraud — 

The violation o' oaths, honor, and law — 

Th' guilt of fraud, forgery, decisption 

In the presidential election. 

To Hayes it brought dishonor, grief, woe, 

For not sending McLin to Mexico. 

A halter on his neck he would slip, 

Kather than he'd give him a Judgeship ! 

Hayes' and Sherman's characters doth sink ; 

They cannot be saved by Mrs. Jenks ! 

Stanley Matthews, thou art a mere tool ! 

Thou art a coward ! thou art a fool ! 

Why did you shrink from investigation. 

To keep a usurper in his station ? 

Dio Lewis the workingmon would feed, 

While working liard, on " two centn' worth o' beef." 

Lewis and th' monoxDolists have cheek ; 

They'd have men live on fift}^ cents a week. 

This is all nonsense, and more claptrap, 



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From tliird-rate lecturers, fools, and quacks. 

Grant men want war and blood — civil strife — 

An army to sboot worldngmen on the strike. 

Til' men who marched with Grant with knapsacks, 

"When they ask for work, are called tramps. 

Grant wants an army, like other nations, 

Monarchy, blood, and usurpation. 

Jay Gould monopolists and tli' gold ring 

Are now asking for Grant as a king. 

Bemember the fable of the frogs, 

Jupiter, Apollo, and King Log. 

God save the Eepublic from the shock, 

And from the destruction of King Stork. 

The soldiers' vote Gen'ral Grant will kill. 

Because he veto'd their bounty bill ! 

Shylocks, bondholders, and corrupt rings 

Sent Grant to Europe to train as king. 

Grant apes the manners of th' kingly school ; 

He'd like to be a lord or a grand duke. 

His great ambition soars higher still — 

President, dictator, and then king ! 

Politicians want to get Grant back. 

And trot him on the presidential track. 

The monopolist and th' whiskey ring 

"Want Grant as dictator or a king. 

Th' cry of strong government ( ), monarchy, 

Is raised by th' codfish aristocracy. 
"Who are the purse-proud aristocracy ? 
Those who get wealth by rascality. 
A thing for jeers, sneers, and mockery, 
Is American aristocracy ! 

Monopolists, rings ( ), shoddyocracy, 

Will make th' country a Plutocracy. 
If monopolists and th' whiskey ring 
Make Grant a dictator or a kinof. 



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He'll drive tlie couutiy to revoluti )n, 
Which '11 end in despotism and dissolution ! 
The cry is raised of " tramp ! tramp I " 
To make a president-king of Grant. 
God save the country from such a thing 

As Grant for president ( ), tyrant, king! 

The monopolists and purse-proud snobs 
Call the poor workingmen commune tramps. 
The Shylocks — bondholders — will th' day rue 
That they drew the line between th' rich and j^ooi'- 
^Yhere would be the rich man's store of pelf 

But for th' poor man's sweat ( ), th' soui'ce of all 

wealth? 

Snobs, monopolists, and their tools ( ), knaves — 

Cannot make white Americans slaves. 

Let the shout resound from sea to sea, 

That the people must and shall be free ! 

We'll not listen to such silly things, 

Th' right divine of bondholders and kings. 

Purse-proud snobs lisj) the new-coined slang, 

And brand good poor men as commune tramps. 

The workingmen without fear or dread 

Must and shall have then- rights — work or bread ! 

The people read ( ), rich man, understand, 

You can't enslave the people by " tramp ! tramp ! " 

Th' rich man cries ( ), " I care not, right or wrong ; 

* AVe must have a government that's strong." 
Oh, remember Freedom leads the van ; 
Tyranny yields to th' " divine right of man ! '* 
If Wealth should try Liberty to inthrall, 
Wealth, not Liberty, must in the conflict fall. 
Th' bankers' wealth is in bonds and notes of hand ; 
In revolutions it would slip like sand. 
It's th' experience of man in ev'ry age and clime. 
That the source of wealth is from land, sea, and mine. 



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Hark ye ! hark ye ! ye Sh^iocks and sliarks : 

The people's marcli — tramp, tramp, tramp ! 

Behold the people marching up in force, 

Where all have equal rights, to the polls. 

At the polls th' people will take their stand, 

And in their might vote down the bogus banks. 

We'll have, as in Jackson's time of yore, 

A nation's currency — treasury notes. 

The Shylocks who in bonds j)ut their trust, 

Th' revolution will their bubble burst. 

The workingmen '11 seek retribution 

In the forthcoming revolution. 

O Shylock ! Shylock ! the time is ripe 

For the j)eople to assert their rights. 

Fear you ( ) th' terrific and awful strife, 

Th' people's struggle for bread and life. 
Hark ye, hark ye, Shylocks ! hark with dread ! 
The people's grand march for work and bread ! 
Oh, you who would save this nation's life, 
Don't drive workingmen into a strike ! 
Eemember, remember, foolish snobs. 
That your own dear offspring may yet tramp ! 
Kemember, mothers, your darling child — 
Can you tell where he will end his life ? 

You who oi^press workingmen ( ) quite sore, 

Kemember that Christ was of the poor. 
That person does deserve a halter 
Who'd feed men only on bread and water. 
Workingmen, heed not th' money-kings' tune 
Of tramp, tramp, tramp — commune, commune ! 
Th' cry of " commune, tramp, tramp, tramp ! " 
Is raised by the bondholding clan. 
The cry of workingmen for work and food, 
Will not be hushed by " commune ! commune ! '' 



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18 79. 

New England fisliermen, in days o' jove, 
Fished in the sea, and along tli' shore. 
Those poor fishermen were brave and free ; 
They fought tyrants both by land and sea ; 
They fought for freedom and human rights ; 
They nobly bled under th' stars an^ stripes. 
England came with a piratic band, 
She claim' d dominion by sea and land. 
She said, Samuel, this is my wish, 
That you pay millions for my fish. 
Samuel, another word with thee, 
I'll sell my fish in thy markets free. 
Evarts, you put your fish to your nose, 
And I'll walk off with this bag of gold. 
The people yet will let England see. 
That the ocean must and shall be free ; 
Free from pole to pole, from clime to clime, 
Then fishermen can cast net and line. 
In their utter despair, Hayes men sought, 
To shield fraud with telegrams in naught ; 
Officeholders and "penny-a-liners," 
Would shield Hayes by telegrams in ci]pher. 
Before th' Potter investigation, 
Gov. Tilden made this revelation — 
He swore on his honor and solemn oath. 
That in the South he never bought a vote. 
That in Louisiana votes were for sale. 
That he ne'er bid or bargained for th' same. 
Bepublicans must now stop their scofiing. 
Telegrams in cij^her are naught — nothing. 
And although Hayes holds his usurped i^lace, 
Tilden was elect'd President — all th' same. 
A greater curse than war, famine, plague. 



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Is the treaty made by Burlingame. 

By that treaty the MongoUan race, 

Like clouds of locusts, our free shores invade. 

The Chinese heathens believe not in God, 

They adore wood and stone ( ) the idol. 

If we don't stop Chinese immigation, 
With leprosy they '11 infect the nation ! ! 
Tlie workingmen will find out too late, 
That Chinamen have made them mere slaves. 
The workingmen must have meat and bread, 
And their wives and children must be fed. 

John Chinaman lives ( ) on a groat (Grwat), 

Carrion, vermin, rice, mice, cat, and rat. 

"We must stop Mongolian immigration, 

Or it '11 blast Caucasian civilization ! ! 

No more heathens from Empire Ta Tsing, 

Was the text of th' anti-Chinese bill. 

Imjiort no more than fifteen at a time — 

The penalty one hundred dollars fine. 

Monopolists swore that they 'd be Hayes' foe, 

Unless the Chinese bill he would veto. 

The President, th(3 offspring of fraud. 

On the veto for awhile did halt. 

This was sham, a political trick. 

For with the rich did n't he always stick. 

Hayes would make all white men human chattel, 

Rather than merchants 'd lose Chinese cattle. 

The fraud spoke of treaty denunciation, 

Who trampled on sacred obligation !. 

He said all right, th' denunciation 

Of the treaty with "La Great Nation." 

The French fought England by land and sea, 

To make America great and free. 

What base ingratitude for French valor — 

Preference for heathens and their dollar. 



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The great fraud gave Congress a snubbing ; 
Those who mstall'd 'im deserv'd a drubbing. 
Hayes would deprive freemen of their birthright, 
He's a Federahst of the bluest light. 
Treaties are n't binding in time of danger, 

From pestilence, war ( ) or the invader. 

Th' invasion of Mongolians and Tartars, 

Eclipse ( — ) Huns, Goths, an<l Vandals. 

A nation's life and self-preservation, 
Is a higher law than obligation ! ! 
"Working men, remember Hayes with a will, 
And his veto of th' anti-Chinese bill ! 
Beecher's preaching is all gammon ; 
For his great idol is mammon. 
Indeed, his motives are all for self, 
Pleasure, mammon, the world and the flesh. 
Beecher's object is, the rich to please, 
He's the champion of leprous Chinese. 
He'd import a Chinese human flood ; 
He would make white men hewers of wood. 
He wants hordes of leprous yellow races. 
To bring white men to starvation wages. 
Bondholders, bankers, usurious knaves, 
"With specie payment th' people now enslave. 
The shylocks cry rag-baby and rags — 
From th' revenue they fill their money bags. 
The people '11 rally from shore to shore. 
Against th' banks as Jackson did of yore. 
Bondholders, on their way to heaven. 
Are Christians one day out of seven. 
But on the other six days mammon's crew 
Are extortionists, sharpers, shavers— Jew. 
This once glorious and great nation, 
Is now enslaved by taxation. 
Th' people 're tax'd from an anchor to a nail. 



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And from a match e'en to the ships that sail. 
When a party is long in power, 
It becomes corrupt, rotten, and foul. 
The people will, for they are able, 
Clean out the political stable. 
And all corrupt, rotten, and foul filth, 
With its corrupt j)arty send adrift. 
Long the people will be great and free. 
If they only vote 'gainst the " term threa" 
This country will fall like other nations, 
If parties are kept too long in stations. 
Long the x^eople will avert their doom, 
If they read the fall of Greece and Rome — 
Bribes, ambition, luxury, and wealth. 
In Greece and Rome o'erthrew th' commonwealth- 
Its the destiny, the fate of all, 

Empires and Republics ( ) rise and faU. 

Greece and Italy were great and grand, 

One a speck, and t'other a strip of land. 

These famed countries, once were great and free^ 

The}^ held dominion by land and sea. 

Their men were wise — their warriors great, 

They vanquished realms and man}'" a State. 

Glory — martial flame, their soldier hearts did fire. 

They thought it sweet for their country to exj^ire. 

But sad the change, and sad, indeed, the theme. 

They became slaves, who once were brave and free. 

Love of country disappeared by stealth. 

Thro' bribes, poverty, luxury, and wealth. 

The rich men influenced the masses. 

They drew a line between the classes. 

Th' invaders came — th' common scourge of all. 

Ah, both rich and poor they did inthrall. 

Americans, what e'er be your stations, 

Remember the fate of other nations. 



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Columbia once was brave and free, 

Now til' country's con'upt from sea to sea ! 

At elections men are bought and sold. 

With office, greenbacks, silver, and gold. 

"Who sells liis vote is a human chattel. 

The rich buy him as they do their cattle ! 

The fraucliise is more precious than fine gold. 

Too precious either to be bought or sold. 

Let the people now a law devise, 

Buyer and seller to disfranchise ! 

Now we must stop corruption's rapid tide, 

Or th' country '11 be rotten ere it '11 be ripe. 

Pohtical rings don't think it funny. 

That satiiists have more gall than honey. 

Pohticians dread my predictions, 

As they fear my maledictions. 

Vile politicians now feel my satii^e, 

Dunces won't sneer at it, and think for awlnle. 

Corrupt pohticians dread my u-e. 

Justice, humor, truth, wit, sarcasm, satire. 

Grant loves the clnme of the Chinese gong, 

And he wants heathen hordes from Hong Kong. 

Grant speaks with wrath of demagogism. 

He wants to estabhsh Csesarism. 

What a curse awaits Caucasian breed. 

If it be mixed with inferior seed. 

Ah, the curse — ^the fall — what degradation. 

Awaits the crime of amalgamation. 

All, behold with horror and with di'ead. 

That feeble offspiing of th' white and red. 

Does it improve the noble Caucasian stock, 

The tawny offspring of the white and black ? 

Oh, degTaded offspring of the white man, 

Mixtm'-e of black, red, yeUow, brown, and tan. 

Horrid goblin — monster — what e'er you be ; 



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Hideous creature, how long will you be free ? 
"Woe, woe, — abomination ! 

Grant and Chinese immigration ! ! 

Grant was foohsh — he w\as not witty — 

He ask'd a reception from Cork city — 

Drinking with lords, dukes, and princes, what not, 

He became stupid — he became a sot. 

From eating and drinking — whisky — beer, 

He forgot the Centennial year. 

When Ireland sent o'er a delegation, 

With an address from the Iiish nation. 

Grant was President — in high station ; 

He said there was no " Irish nation ! I " 

Grant may now pick his teeth with a fork, 

He 'U n't get a blarney-dinner from Cork. 

Arise, thou prophet, bard, saint, and sage, 

Denounce the sins of this venal age. 

And you, who in the pulpit ( ) stand, 

Denounce the corruption of the land ! 
And denounce the rulers of the nation, 
For bribery — stealing — peculation ! 
And denounce tli' " pharisaical " faces, 
Of all who steal in high and low places. 
And denounce aU mean, corrupt ringers, 
As vile, poUut'd, and wicked sinners. 
Denounce as hideous, vile, and loath. 
The wretch who buys or sells a vote ! 
May God touch your hps with holy fire, 
And may he fill your hearts with his ire. 
May he give you strength to take a stand, 
For to scourge corruption from the land ! 
Why sit'st thou there with Hmbs of sloth, 
Wrapt in sable or ermine robes. 
Oh, thou wert once a man beheld with awe. 
An expounder — an oracle of law — 



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For to shield the weak against the strong, 
To maintain the right, to punish wrong, 
And a shield against intrusion — 

expounder of th' Constitution. 

You've made th' Constitution a thing of wax, 
To rob the joeox^le with a " bonus " tax. 
For the Supreme Couiis of the nation 
Have enslav'd th' people with taxation. 
So away with humbug and clap-trap, 
Now I'll let you know what I am at — 
That the Supreme Courts of the nation 
Have aided railroad corporations, 

Even by ( ) one majority. 

To confiscate private property. 
Constitutional law is lax — 
Th' coui'ts put on a railroad " bonus " tax. 
By the coui'ts, let it be understood — 

to rob th* people is n't for th' public good. 

To pile the wealth of the whole nation 
In the hands of raih'oad coi-porations. 
To the people it matters not a straw — 
Their money is gone by tricksters or th' law. 
Bards and wits, in ages long, long past. 
On the stage, crimes and tyrants did lash ; 
They feared not th' despot's fi'own and ire, 
They lashed his crimes Tvith keen satire. 
Against corruption they spoke and writ, 
Kings quail'd before their humorous wit. 
Th' crimes and folhes of a venal age. 
Were the jest and laughter of the stage. 
The crimes of kings were shoA\m in tragedy, 
The crhnes of knaves were shown in comedy. 

Tragedian, comedian ( ) the buffoon. 

Genius, sarcasm, satire, and lamj^oon, 
Wit and humor — such ( ) as these. 



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Ejiaves and mouarclis alike did tease. 

All you, who write or who act on the stage, 

Denounce th' crimes and corruption of the age ! I 

Denounce political dishonesty, 

Federal, State, and municipahty ! ! 

The true genius, the despot's hand won't kiss. 

Nor cares he whether mobs or reptiles hiss. 

He cares not whether fools or despots blame, 

His great object is, an immortal name ! 

Itaha's bard on his foes pour'd ire, 

Like Vesuvius' volcanic fire. 

Against his foes satire was hurled — 

His poems are th' wonder of the world. 

Satirists, in ev'ry age and nation, 

From oppression have drawn inspiration. 

Poets are inspir'd by the powers above, 

Their great inspiration is fi*om hate and love. 

Th' lays of other bards our hearts do move. 

With their strains of unrequited love. 

The bards Camoens, Peirarch, and Tasso, 

Their fate was disappointment, grief, and woe. 

Oft genius is sorely distressed, 

While fools and knaves with wealth are possessed, 

Poets oft have felt i3enury's fierce dart, 

Por they would not practice the courtly art ; 

The art to flatter and to fawn 

On royalty's mean reptile spawn. 

Satirist often write to punish wrong, 

Love. often insx^ires a verse or a song. 

To save his life from a briny grave, 

Camoens swam on the ocean's wave. 

He saved his poem — what joy — pleasure. 

Though the wreck Avent down with liis treasure. 

The great poet, with one hand buffeted th' waves, 



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And T^vitli til' other his great poem did save. 

In this world of disappointment and strife, 

An author loves his own book more than hfe : 

Racked with care, an author's heart we find. 

For the fate of the child of his mind. 

His heart trembles between hope and despaii', 

"None but an author knows an author's care." 

His thoughts have hfe — the}' are a living soul ; 

Unborn milhons oft they do control. 

His anxious care is from last to first, 

That his thoughts should not perish with his dust. 

Whether he be rich or poor, lame or blind, 

His gTeat thoughts will hve with men of mind. 

An author's sphit oft roams o'er and o'er 

Empires, kingdoms, islands, seas, and shore. 

An author's spirit often wings its flight 

To God's throne, and 'yond the limit of light 

His spuit roams through space until at last 

Other universes are reached and passed. 

Onward, onward, his thoughts are so fleet 

That they reach th' secrets of tli' utmost deep. 

His thoughts will move onward until yet 

This universe will appear a speck ! 

Science great secrets will 3'et disclose, 

Th' telescope '11 multiply a bilhon fold. 

How grand the heavens — oh, how sublime. 

Its milhon suns in gTeat splendor shine — 

Th' milky way paved with suns so bright — 

Smis of splendor and varied hght. 

And through optic glasses will 3^et be seen, 

Suns red, pui^i^le, orange, yellow, and green. 

And theu^ beauties ^ill be unfuiied, 

With comets, planets, and many worlds. 

Th' moon '11 be a near neighbor — nearer still 

Than a church on a neio'hborin"* hill. 



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And if in tlie moon are livin^^- j^eoi^le, 
They '11 appear like men on a steeple. 
Til' bard— liistoriau, tliou.^'li often sad, 

disappointment will not make liim mad. 

From nature he draws an inspu-ation ; 

From the world's follies a detestation. 

He beholds nature's treasures — how grand 

The starry heavens — sea and land. 

He cares not for monarchs, princes, or powers, 

He sees more splendor in a thousand flowers. 

Though poor in purse, he enjo^^s pleasure 

From God's inexhaustable treasure. 

He sees great men into exile driven ; 

He sees scepters, crowns, and empires riven. 

til' fleeting pleasures of this sul)lunar vale. 

For all, all perish — are they not all frail ? 
The world's pomp and wealth are all vanit}-, 

til' miser's passion is all insanity. 

The miser's grasp for gold ceases never, 

As if he'd hve ever and forever. 

For to gain wealth, millions become knaves, 

And millions more self-miposed slaves. 

Ah, for the world's perishable treasure, 

They lose health, God's love, and nature's pleasure. 

What sleepless nights— what feverish care, 

To amass wealth for a spendthrift heir. 

And the wealth one generation doth gather, 

A second and third dissipate and scatter ! 

In toil and moil many a life is spent 

To obtain wealth which brings but discontent. 

Many a heart is sorely oj)pressed, 

Tho' diamonds glitter on th' noxious breast. 

They sigh for love and haj^piness in vain. 

They worship their idol — p)Ower and gain. 

Happy th' hermit in other days and chmes, 



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Who renounced the world — its i^omp and pride. 

Thrice more ha^op}" the savage and barbarian, 

Than labor oppress'd by civilization ! 

The greatest curses of civilization, 

Are credit, interest, and taxation ! 

Sad comfort — to rot in rose-wood coffin — 

You who robb'd the widow and the orphan. 

The widow's curse and the orphan's tears 

Will haunt 3'our poor soul in after years. 

Oh, the moans, the groans, the shriek, and 3'ell, 

When the damned soul first enters hell ! 

Th' bard — historian, in his heart is sad, 

He sees that milhons, in this world are mad. 

Dunces may say he is proud, vain — 

They know not what makes his heart so glad. 

Old nature affords him joy and pleasure, 
Even chaos yields him hidden treasure. 
He beholds secrets, as with eyes of light, 
In the womb of nature, chaos, and old nighi 
He communes with worlds and beings so bright. 
That they dim the sun, moon, and stars of light. 
The psalmist pour'd his thoughts sublime 
Midst flocks and fields, and o'er Palestine. 
Th' bard with satire pierces the vile defamer, 
Th' quack, th' bigot, and pohtical schemer. 
The whiter of life is sad and dreary. 
With a poet it's all summer — dreamy. 
By the world's care his heart oft is stung, 
Yet his hopes do bloom, his heart is young. 
His thoughts are noble, sublime, and grand. 
He makes his home in a fairy land. 
He sees disappear many nationality. 
Republics, empires, and many a dynasty. 
Great cities — many a commercial mart, 
With mammon's votaries — are now forgot. 



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Fearless the eagle sweeps o'er Alj)ine crags, 

And the condor o'er Chmiborazo's rocks, 

And on their flights midst perpetual snow. 

Behold kings and slaves on the plains below. 

So an author looks down from on high, 

And for Adam's offspring breaks a sigh. 

From his lofty plain he is a judge, 

O'er potentates, powers, and the drudge. 

He beholds millions to slavery doomed ; 

And countless tyrants in dust entombed ; 

And human mortals, the world's disgrace, 

Without a tomb— now a nameless race — 

And gorgeous temples, palaces, and shrines, 

He sees crumble by the tooth of time ; 

And systems, the world's fear and wonder. 

Like great thunder-clouds rent asunder ; 

And systems that have made man a slave, 

In time '11 perish save only the name. 

Hope often to an author's heart doth send, 

Th' thought that he has a thousand thousand fiiends, 

That's balm to his heart, in his wearied strife — • 

Conflict — and on the journey of life ! 

Oh, forward, forward is the march of the mind. 

It '11 leave ignorance and bigotry behind. 

Tremble, you despots and bigots again. 

Dread you the weapon — the press and the pen. 

Fear not the truth whoever you may be. 

For the truth will make you ever free. 

Why do so many tremble and quail, 

If they beheve that truth will prevail ? 

Why do they fear truth's investigation ; 

For truth will not bar their salvation ? 

Why this great alarm and this affright ; 

Fear not knowledge and truth's holy light ? 

That system that would truth inthrall, 



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Let that system in the conflict fall. 

Kealms will perish — perish mammon's gain, 

Ever and ever truth will i^revail. 

Systems that man worship and cherish, 

If false to truth in time shall perish. 

IMilhons are lost by war and starvation, 

By a false modern civilization. 

This boasted civilization is a fraud, 

A violation of God's and natui'e's laws. 

To fight for tyrants, milhons are doomed — 

In gloomy mines milhons are entombed. 

]\Iilhons work for scant food and to pay rent. 

That th' rich may have milhons — their lives are spent. 

The workingmen, with a brow of care, 

Make the wealth which they can never share. 

Civihzation milhons has driven. 

To toil in factories — to pine in prison. 

Civihzation is be jt — best understood, 

When it makes men happy — its for the pubhc good. 

That a few rich men do millions ]plunder, 

Is n't th' greatest good to the greatest number. 

Great cities are political sores. 

The scenes of vice, ignorance, and woe. 

You, who try to convert foreign peoples. 

See vice under th' shadow of your steeples. 

Behold th' shouts of a clamorous throng. 

For a party either right or wrong. 

Men oft are pohtically insane. 

They lose principle, but chng to a name ! 

The President assumes dignity. 

To hide j^artisan malignit3\ 

The bill for free elections, so, so. 

Fraudulent Hayes did quash with his veto. 

High, indeed, is the President's station. 

When he vetoes the voice of the nation. 



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We have fallen on an evil hour, 

If we surrender to tli' one man poiver, 

Hayes wants th' army, fi'aud, and deception, 

To control th' coming election! 

American parents will come to grief, 

From the opium eating heathen Chinese. 

Alas ! alas [ your grief will begin, 

Your sons '11 enter th' smoking Chinese den. 

Your wealth 'U give you httle satisfaction, 

Your sons eat opium ( ) stupefaction. 

Great will be the nation's degradation ! 

opium eaters— abomination! 

Th' Kepubhc will have a downward course, 

When elections are controlled by force. 

Koman liberty met its doom— faU, 

When rulers employ'd th' Praetorian Guard. 

Alas ! alas ! for hberty's sad fate. 

If the presidents should control the State. 

The Federahsts' malignity, 

Wants to destroy the State's sovereignty. 



Campaign Songs, i880, 



GRANT'S MARCH. 



Am— "Billy O'Rourke: 



I. 

In sixtj-eight, 'remind the date, 

Eepublicans did falter ; 
They waut'd a chief to save retreat, 

Defeat and a great slaughter. 
They look'd about in fear and doubt. 

For a man to bear their banner ; 
They found out, a tool and clout. 

In the Galena Tanner. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice. 

The lad is out of station. 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat. 

And God will save the nation. 

11. 

President Grant was so sly. 

When he got into station ; 
On th' Treasury he cast an eye. 

To feed his j)oor relations. 
At the pubhc crib he did feed. 

With politicians and others ; 
Bondholders and banking thieves. 

His father, sons and brothers. 

[6G] 



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Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice, 
The lad is out of station ; 

Without a joke, he'll cut his throat. 
And God will save the nation. 



in. 

In the South he made a rout, 

With soldiers and bayonets ; 
Liberty he would stamp out. 

And til' nation he'd enslave it. 
Presents, too, he got a few. 

From many thieving ringers ; 
From banliers and shylock Jews, 

And " pohtician " sinners. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice, 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat. 

And God will save the nation. 



IV. 

Grant's record is very bad. 

It will not bear inspection ; 
He was th' dupe of a roguish gang, 

To o'erthrow fi'ee election. 
The President was a Hayes man, 

The tool of frauds and deceivers ; 
With fraud, he ousted Tilden Sam, 

And 23ut in Hayes the schemer. 
Hurrah! my boys, we'll aU rejoice. 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, lie'U cut his throat, 

And God will save the nation. 



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Y. 

Gen. Grant liad a time so sweet. 

With Cockney lasses ; 
He eat bread and cheese and roast beef, 

And quaff'd many brimming glasses. 
He went o'er to the Irish shore. 

And from Dulihn to Killarney, 
With punch galore MaGra Ma Astore, 

But Cork gave him no blarne}^ 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice, 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat, 

And God will save the nation. 

VI. 

On the Rhine he drank good wine. 

In Berhn he eat sausage ; 
He had a ride in many a clime, 

And Samuel paid his passage. 
Of greenbacks, too, he sj^ent a few. 

In many a clime and station ; 
The money of the bankers — Jews, 

And the plunder of the nation. 
Hurrah! my boys, we'll aU rejoice. 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat, 

And God will save the nation. 

VII. 

Grant cross'd the sea ; he drank tea 
With the heathen Chinese races ; 

While on a spree, with great glee. 
He kissed their yeUow faces. 



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Powers above, lie fell in love, 

With the pigtail Chinese lasses ; 
He was like a sucking dove. 

While ti^Dpling with their glasses. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice, 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat, 

And God will save the nation. 

vni. 

The kingly school and banking Jews 

Want Grant to rule the nation ; 
Bondholders and the thieving crew 

Shall ne'er put him in station. 
What will he do, he's in a stew, 

Tlie people all they hate him ; 
He's in despair I do declare, 

His mind is getting crazy. 
Hurrah ! my boys, we'll all rejoice, 

The lad is out of station ; 
Without a joke, he'll cut his throat, 

And God will save the nation. 



THE HEATHEN CHINESE. 



Air — " Groves of Blarney." 



I. 

Ye sons of freedom and working people. 
Pray give heed to my sad, dismal tale 

It is alarming, how th' poor are starving, 
In this glorious land so fair and great. 



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The poor are starving, for wages are falling, 
And til' poor wliite man will meet a sad dx)om ; 

In every place are Chinese crawling, 

They'll have white men's pLaces, alas ! quite soon 

II 

The Chinese croakers and opium smokers, 

Like Egypt's plagues now infect the land ; 
The mixed races, with yellow faces. 

The white man's labor cannot withstand. 
Our gold they are hoarding to send over, 

With their dried bones to the China Sea, 
"NVliile their du*ty pigtails they leave forlorn. 

To breed a plague in this land once free. 

in. 

The heathen creatures, with loose breeches. 

Back to old China must aU. set sail ; 
For th' country is teaming with the leeches, 

And theu' dirty blouses and pigtails. 
The Chinese heathens now are sleeping, 

Lilve rats and badgers, in dens and sheds ; 
The cunnmg people are on low feeding, 

On rice and mice, for they eat no bread. 

IV. 

In our laundries they are sauntering. 

In the kitchens, and in every place ; 
The wliite people, they are alarming, 

AYith their pig eyes and leprous face. 
Chinese heathens, from the flowery nation, 

Their immigration will have no stint. 
Soon they'll have every wliite man's station. 

Then the white laborers may sigh and lament. 



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V. 



A curse is awaiting this great nation, 

From til' mixed races, of inferior breed — 
The abomination of amalgamation, 

AVitli Chinese j^agans, will yet proceed ! 
The Caucasian races will be tainted 

With inferior blood, yellow, brown and tan ; 
Oh, the white faces will be painted 

With a leperous taint, from the Chinese land I 



VI. 

The lowest creatures and false teachers. 

The wily screechers of mammon men ; 
Those false preachers, with their false speeches. 

Will make this country a Chinese den ! 
The Chinese pagans, in adoration, 

Kneel, in prostration, to stone and wood ; 
They will blast white civilization, 

They will pour forth like a vandal flood ! 



VII. 

Heed not the prattle of the sons of Mammon, 

For with their gammon, they'd you enslave ; 
The thunder and rattle of sword and cannon, 

The poor white man must emancipate ! 
Heed not the Beechers, and like 23reachers, 

For they are screechers to be let alone ; 
FoUow Dennis Kearney from Killarney, 

Or from sweet Blarney Ma Gra Ma Store. 



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JIMMY BLAINE. 



Air — "Jlari/ Blain.' 



I. 

Once tliere lived a saucy lad, 
Along the coast of Maine ; 
"Wlio fisli'd with line and fishing rod, 
And his name was Jimmy Blaine. 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'll ne'er 11 be President 
I heard the people say. 

n. 

For ambition was his creed, 

And to rule the Pine Tree State ; 
To get great wealth was his greed, 
AVhen Speaker he was made. 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
You ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 

in. 

Seventy-Six he took a fit. 

From which he'll not get better ; 
Then he got into a sad fit 
By the IMuUigan letters. 

Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'll ne'er'll be President 
1 heard the people say. 



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IV. 



Blaine will be swept from jDower 

By the coming greenback wave ; 
It will be a happy hour 

When he'll meet with his defeat. 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, poor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'll ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 



V. 

In Congress he proudly struts. 

For to gain power and fame ; 
There he flaunts the bloody shirt, 
For it is his only game. 

Oh, j)oor Jimmy Blaine, 
Oh, j)oor Jimmy Blaine, 
You'll ne'er'll be President 
I heard the people say. 



SHERMAN JOHNNY. 



In the Buckeye State 

Lives a man so jolly ; 
He is known to fame 

As old Sherman Johnny. 

To ra lora lo, to ra lora li do. 



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n. 

Old Sherman's wealth is very great, 

, It is known to the ringers ; 
He managed the Syndicate 
For bankers, Jews and sinners. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 

m. 

He worked early and late, 
To bring water to his miller ; 

The bankers he did inflate, 
By hoarding up the silver. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 

IV. 

Specie he did not pay, 

Peoi)le say he's brassy, 
He must get out o' the way 

This old Sherman Johnny. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 

y. 

Oh, Sherman's character sinks. 

Oh, is it not a pity. 
For he danced with Mrs. Jenks 

In New Orleans city. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 

VI 

Old Sherman now doth rave. 
The bankers think him funny ; 

For with their notes the}' shave, 
He >iui*nt the greenback money. 
To ra lora lo, etc. 



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THE WORKINGMEN'S COMPLAINT. 



I. 

Workingmen once had good rations 

They'd x)lenty of mutton and beef ; 
Now they're on starvation wages, 
On bread and molasses and leeks. 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity ; 
"Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

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The i-ich in Broadway do strut. 

They drink champagne by glasses ; 
The poor drink water, in a hut. 
And dine on mush and molasses. 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the ^Door have no pity. 
Wages 're down, in country, town and city ; 
These are shockinof hard times. 



ni. 

Times were when a workingman's pay 

Was two dollars a day or more ; 
He then could be merry and gay. 
He'd eating and drinking galore. 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity. 
Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 



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IV. 

Oh, the country will be curst, 

By Chinese immigration ! 
Then white men will bite the dust 
All over this great nation. 

These are shocking hard times. 
For the rich for the poor have no pity. 
Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

V. 

Chinese immigration must end. 
Or there'll be a war of races ! 
White men their rights must defend. 
Chinamen must not take their places ! 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no j^ity, 
Wages 're down in country, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

VI. 

The railroads are combined 

To rob the Western farmers ; 
The rich are all of a mind 

To feed men on bread and water ! 
These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor have no pity, 
Wages 're down, in countr^^, town and city ; 
These are shocking hard times. 

VII. 

The farmers work early and late. 

They're robbed l)y wheat-buying ringers. 

They're taxed by county and State, 
And fleec'd by bankers and millers. 



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These are shocking hard times, 
For the rich for the poor liave no -piij ; 
Wages 're clown, in country, town and city ; 
These are shockinof hard times. 



DORAN'S ASS. 



I. 

As I was going to the Market Cross 
In the highway I met Doran's Ass, 
With a heavy budget on his back, 
The stujDid donkey Lay in his tracks. 
Hif3 cruel master ripped and swore, 
He hammered his ass to make him go. 
If I had a donlvey that would'nt go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

II. 

Poor httle Franky is Doran's Ass, 
On a summer's day he scamper'd off ; 
This donkey ran off in the highway ; 
He prick'd his ears and set up a bray ; 
His cruel master ripped and swore. 
He hammer'd his ass to make him go. 
If I had a donkey that would'nt go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

in. 

On convention and election days, 
Franky, the ass, for Doran doth bray ; 
He is a fool — Doran's servile hack. 
He carries his budget on his back. 



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His cruel master ripped and swore, 
He hammered liis ass to make liim go. 
If I had a donkey that wouldn't go, 
Do 3"ou think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

IV. 

This stupid donkey is old and gray, 
Long he was fed on the peo23le's hay, 
Th' people no longer this donkey will feed ; 
He may now go to grass up Salt Creek. 
His cruel master ripped and swore. 
He hammer'd his ass to make him go. 
If I had a donkey that would'nt go, 
Do you think I would hammer him ? 
No, no, no. 

AN EPITAPH ON DORAN'S ASS. 

In th' court-house or in the highway, 
Doran's old ass no more will Lray ; 
Bemember, good people, as you pass. 
That here lie the bones of Doran's Ass. 



GOD MADE THE LAND FREE. 



I. 

Landlords and agents now may lament. 
The people of Ireland'U -puj them no rent ; 
The people'll rally from mountain to sea. 
Their houses and lands for to make free. 
BaUinamona ora, Balinamona ora, 
Ballinamona ora, God made the land free. 



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n. 

Te people of Ireland, now take a stand, 
And pay no more rent, for God owns the land ; 
The purse-proud lords may lament and bemoan, 
But 2:>ay them no rent, for th' land is your own I 
Ballinamona ora, etc. 

nL 

The lordly tyrants must soon have a fall, 
The people no longer shall they inthrall ; 
United and firm, on one thing agree. 
From landlord opx^ression you must be free. 
Ballinamona ora, etc. 

IV. 

God has ordained that all men who toil. 
Shall ever possess the fruits of the soil ; 
This is a law that God did proclaim, 
That th' land is as free as th' light and th' air, 
Balhnamona ora, etc. 



Princes and lords, with fraud and with might, 
liong have usurped man's holy right , 
Despots and knaves, with th' sword and th, pen, 
Have euslav'd the people again and again. 
Ballinamona ora, etc. 

YI. 

Inscribe on jouy flag, in letters o' green, 
That all men are born equal and free ; 
From mountain and plain, march to the strife. 
Fight, now and ever, for land and life. 
Ballinamona ora, etc. 



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vn. 

oil ! sing the bold antliem, from sliore to shore, 
That God owns the land — that God we adore ; 
From landlord oppression, th' people'll be free, 
They've paid for the land, they own it in fee. 
Ballinamona ora, etc. 



EPIGEAM. 

THE EQUALITY OF MAN. 

Fear not the scorn of wealth and pride. 
Or of those in lofty station ; 
AU men were born with equal right. 
Inheritors of creation. 



THE LAST FAREWELL. 



I. 

Hard it is to iiuTt forever, 

With the friends that we love so well ; 
And from hearts so dear to sever, 

Among strangers for e'er to dwell. 
Witli what pangs the heai-t is bleedmg. 

Neither pen nor tongue can tell ; 
"We can ne'er forget that meeting. 

When we bid adieu — the last farewell 

II. 

In this world of sin and son*ow. 

Let us submit to oui- fate ; 
Pride and grief the heart doth harrow. 

When our love is paid with hate. 
With silent gTief the heart is breaking. 

Sad, broken hearts alone can tell. 
When we fear that this sad gTeeting 

WiU bring adieu — the last farewelL 



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in. 

Who can tell the soiil's anguish, 

"When our love meets with clistain, 
Love from the heart we can't banish, 

Tho' the heart's sunk in clesiiair. 
The dread that from our love we'll sever, 

Binds us with a tongue-bound spell ; 
Oh, that we must part forever, 

We can't say adieu — th' last farewell. 

rv. 

There's hope in heaven above us, 

AVhere all's peace with God and love, 
And in heaven God will love us. 

And the Son and Spirit-Dove. 
In heaven no grief doth harrow. 

For mth angels we will dweU ; 
We'll look back on the vale of sorrow. 

And bid the world the last farewell. 



THE SADDEST THOUGHTS. 
Air — "Aiild Lang Syne. 

I. 

Sad are our thoughts when we leave home 

From a father's love and care, 
And o'er this cold world to roam. 

The heart feels so sad and drear, 
Sad thoughts we cannot banish, 

When we leave our mother dear ; 
The soul then sinks in anguish, 

And the heart then sheds a tear. 



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n. 

Sad are the thoughts of school-boy houi'S, 

And the happy days then spent ; 
"When we roam'd o'er fiekls and flowers, 

"We were happy and content. 
Sad are the thoug-hts of those bright days, 

When we knew no grief or gloom ; 
Sad are the thoughts of sisters fair, 

Who now sleep Avithin the tomb. 

in. 

Sad are the thoughts of former years, 

Oh, we feel them o'er and o'er. 
Sad are the thoughts of brothers dear. 

And of friends we'll ne'er see more. 
Sad are th' thoughts of the old fireside, 

And of friends assembled there, 
"When at the hour of ev'ning tide, 

W^e lisped a child's first prayer. 

IV. 

Sad are the thoughts when we lose wealth. 

Or honor, power or fame ; 
Sad are the thoughts when we lose health. 

And the things we can't regain. 
Sad are the thoughts of pleasures pass'd. 

Oh, they now come like a dream ; 
Sad are the thoughts of what Ave've lost. 

And of what we might have been. 

Y. 

Sad are th' thoughts when we dej^art 
From the green graves of our sires ; 

With sad thoughts the soul is fraught. 
And the heart is touch'd with fire. 



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Wlien tliose sad tliouglits pierce the heart, 
Oh, the soul then knows no rest ; 

Th' saddest thoughts are when we part 
AVith the one that we love best. 



THE SWEETEST IN THE LAND. 



I 

In Minnesota, lives a lady fair, 

Oh ! may angels for ever guard her ; 
Night and day my heart is in despair, 

'Fov I fear I will lose my charmer ; 
She's gentle and sweet, her mind is serene, 

Oh, she is both graceful and charming ! 
She's stately as a queen, modest and meek, 

And she blooms like the rose of morning. 

II. 

Fame and renown and a thousand crowns. 

And th' power of Ca?sar and Alexander, 
Splendor and power, I would lay down 

At the feet of Eve's fairest daughter. 
Flowers in full bloom, and roses in June, 

Or Phoebus of a summer's morning ; 
Sweet notes of the lute, or Orpheus' tune. 

Are n't as pleasing as my dear darling. 

ni. 

I'd lay at her feet th' famVI "golden Heece,'* 

I'd forsake Queen Helen and Cleopatra ; 
For this one so sweet, I'd forsake all Greece, 

And the daughters of famed Italia. 
Blessings from above, may fall on my dove. 

Oh, of her I am nightly a dreaming ; 
For with rhyme I gush, since I f eU in love. 

With th' lady so beautiful and pleasing. 



IV. 

All the golden ore, and tli' tripod of yore, 

And til' wealth of Croesus and Great Darner, 
And all the mines kno^\Ti on the golden shore 

I would give to this lovely fair one. 
To this lady so wise, rhymes I'd indite. 

To get her for a wife I was beseeching ; 
But political strife, mahce and spite. 

Assailed me both noon and evening. 

Y. 

She is fair and grand, tli' sweetest in the land, 

She is as lovely. as an angel ; 
To get her hand, would make my soul glad. 

For in this world she has no equal. 
In the stilly night, my soul sheds a tear ; 

With love for her my heart is a-sighing, 
I'd lay down my life for this precious dear, 

For with grief and love I was a dying. 

VI. 

Once she was inclin'd to become my wife, 

Oh, how I loved and adored her, 
Enemies were ripe with a thousand lies ; 

I fear she's chang'd her mind forever. 
Tho' her mind be changed from love to hate, 

I hope that long years she'll be enjoying ; 
I'll submit to my fate, she'll find when late, 

That my enemies all were a-lying. 



EPIGKAM— TO H- 



Had I come to your house in a carnage, 
"With plenty of gold and in great style ; 

Ah ! then had I asked you in marriage. 

Would you give me your hand with a smile ? 



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THE DARLING OF MY SOUL. 



On a ramble, of a summer's eveiiiii.^, 

I met a dear creature, tli' fairest to behold. 

She was a lady fair, with silken flowing hair, 

My heart she did insnare, which caus'd me great woe. 

I'd love to meet her, and with love I'd greet her, 

There's none more sweeter — the darhng of my soul. 

n. 

This lady's most divine, she drove me to rhyme, 
And the bm'den of my mind to her I made known— 
To ease my heart, which was pierc'd with Capid's dart, 
The secret of my heart to her I did unfold. 
"With rhyme I did beseech her, oft did I tease her ; 
But it was to please her— the darhng of my soul. 

m. 

Oft in the stilly night my heart breaks a sigh ; 
Then I shed a flood of tears, for her I adore. 
This lady is so sweet, gentle and discreet ; 
I fear I'll die of grief, my heart is quite sore. 
When I went to see her coldly did she treat me ; 
But I'd ne'er deceive her — the darhng of my soul. 

IV. 

She is a goddess rare, none with her can compare, 

My soul is in that fan-, I wish she was my own. 

Her I can't forget ; she's more of heaven than o' earth ; 

She's fairer than Venus or Queen Helen of yore. 

With love my soul is fraught, she's th' fountain of m 

thoughts ; 
To gain her heart I've sought— she's th' darhng of m 

soul. 



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V. 

My love never frowns, there's a glory on lier brow, 
Before lier I'd kneel down — she's the idol of my soul. 
Could I equal Virgil's rhymes, or Homer's most sublime, 
Could I touch th' Grecian lyre, my sorrow to deplore, 
I'd worship this creature morning and evening ; 
Oh, I'd love to please her — the darhng of my soul!* 

YI. 

Now, I'U end this rhyme, I'll love her for all time, 

In my soid she'll ever shine, tho' my heart be sore ; 

Lies did me j^ursue — God knows my love for her 's true ; 

Oh, I would die to save her from grief and woe! 

"Whatever be my station, in this great nation, 

I'll ne'er forget that fair one — she's th' darling of mv soul 



Woman's love. 



When a woman wants your love, 
She ^-iU try to please you : 
"When a woman has your love. 
She will try to tease you. 
She will please you, 
She will tease you. 
When a woman wants 3^our love 
She wiU try to j)lease you. 



EPIGRAM. 

Th' warrior fights for renown, 
The poet writes for a name ; 
A woman loves a silk gown, 
And the miser gold and gain. 



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HARRIET DARLING 



I. 

Don't you remember, Harriet darling, 
When you stood by the apple-tree ? 
You looked so beautiful and charming. 

There I fell in love with thee. 
I will ne'er forget that morning, 

For you are all the w^orld to me ; 
Oh, I love you, Harriet darhng, 
I'm always thinking, love, of thee. 
Harriet, Harriet, 
Don't you remember, Harriet darling, 
"When you stood by the apple-tree ? 

n. 

^Brighter than Phoebus in the morning, 

With three rakes ye did stand ; 
Ye looked so fair and enchanting, 

So beautiful and grand. 
I'll ne'er forget your gardening, 

For ye were a lovely three ; 
Oh, I love you, Harriet darhng, 
I'm always thinking, love, of thee. 
Harriet, Harriet. 
Don't you remember, Harriet darlmg, etc. 



III. 



Oh, love, don't you be alarming. 

For I'm going you to see ; 
Love, won't you greet me when calling, 

And smile fondly upon me. _ 
There is no goddess so charming, 

You are dearer than life to me ; 
Oh, I love you, Harriet darhng, 

I'm always thinking, love, of thee. 
Harriet, Harriet. 
Don't you remember, Harriet darling, etc. 



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HATTIE 



Air — ''Green Groiv the Bushes, Of 



I WILL ne'er forget the day, 

When I met httle Hattie, O ! 
She look VI hke an angel fair, 
Standing by her mamma, O ! 
Dear little Hattie, O ! 
Sweet little Hattie, O ! 

The fan*est maid in all the land 
Is lovely little Hattie, O ! 

Her eyes were like diamonds bright, 
Her hair hung down her shoLilders, O ! 

Her hands were like the lily white. 
And her cheeks were like th' roses, O ! 
Dear little Hattie, O ! etc. 

She's modest and she is meek. 

Beautiful and charming, O ! 
She's like an angel w^hen she speaks, 

Is not she a darling, O ! 
Dear httle Hattie, O ! etc. 



GARFIELD HORSE, 



Garfield horse has got a cough, 
And the do da, and the do da ; 

He has the sjoavin and the bots, 
And the do da, and the do da day 



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I'm going to run all night, 

I'm going to run all day ; 
I bet my money on the Hancock horse, 

Garfield horse will lose the day. 

Garfield horse has lost his tail, 

And the do da, and the do da day ; 

And his shoulder he did sprain, 
And the do da, and the do da day ; 
I'm going to run all night, etc. 

The Garfield horse is not sound, 
And the do da, and the do da ; 

He'll break his neck on the ground, 
And the do da, and the do da day. 
I'm going to run all night, etc. 

Garfield horse is on a trot, 

And the do da, and the do da day ; 
He'll soon be dead — let him rot, 

And the do da, and the do da day ; 
I'm efoina' to run all ni.sfht, etc. 



GARFIELD JIMMY. 



All you lads and lasses, 

Listen to my ditty ; 
I will sing you a song. 
About Garfield Jimmy. 
Tally hi ho, lii ho, tally hi ho the grinder. 

In Washington city, 

Garfield made a blunder ; 
He joined the Shepherd ring. 

And got some of the plunder. 
Tally hi ho, etc. 



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He took many strides, 

He was a nice jobber ; 
The "dark liorse " lie rides, 

This salary grabber. 

Tally hi ho, etc. 

Garfield is a great fraud, 

He is a deceiver ; 
He soiled his big paw, 

With Credit Mobilier. 
Tally hi ho, etc. 

The Buckeye statesman's 

" Brief " was a big dicker ; 
AVith De Golyer man, 
He was a smart tricker. 
Tally hi ho, etc. 

Jim won't be president, 

He is rather frail ; 
On his country's flag. 

Did he not turn tail ? 
Tally hi ho, etc. 

Old Garfield will be " beat," 
The soldiers' vote will kill him ; 

Their bill he did defeat. 
He is an old sinner. 

Tally hi ho, etc. 

Garfield's heart is cold, 
He"ll surely be beaten ; 

The workingmen he sold, 
For the Chinese heathen. 
Tally hi ho, etc. 



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Let us have a change, 

Garfield wont l^e winner ; 

The rings we will break, 
After next November. 
Tallv hi ho, etc. 



HANCOCK'S MARCH. 



Hancocks are a fighting race, 

There is no race more bolder ; 
For the " Bed-coats " they did chase, 
From Tarrytown to Dover. 

Vote for Genl Hancock, boys, 

There is no man more bolder ; 
Vote for Gen'l Hancock, boys. 
The brave American soldier. 

In the year seventy-six, 

The patriots did assemble ; 
( ) Hancock his name did affix, 

Which made the British tremble ; 

Vote for Gen'l Hancock, boys, etc. 

Hancock, in Mexico did fight, 
And on the field of slaughter, 

Santa Anna he put to flight. 
And made the foe run faster. 

Vote for Gen'l Hancock, boys, etc. 

In our recent civil strife, 

IVIidst slaughter and confusion ; 

He fought to save th' nation's life, 
Liberty and the Union. 

Vote for Gen'l Hancock, boys, etc. 



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Gen'l Hancock will gain the day, 
On the seventh of November ; 

Corruption he will sweep away, 
And all the thieving ringers. 

Yote for Genl Hancock, boys, etc. 



VOTE HANCOCK TRUE AND ENGLISH TOO. 



Boys in blue be firm and true,. 

Whatever be your station ; 
Yote Hancock true and English too, 

Presidents of the nation. 

Farmers you, be this jour view, 
From *' ringers " free the nation ; 

Yote Hancock true and English too. 
Presidents of the nation. 

Miners you, that day you'll rue. 

If Gar' gets into station ; 
Yote Hancock true and English too, 

Presidents of the nation. 

Tax payers you, heed this tune, 

"Sweep corruption from th' nation ; 
Yote Hancock true and English too, 
Presidents of the nation. 

Workmen you, this you will do, 
"Without more hesitation ; 

Yote Hancock true and English too, 
Presidents of the nation. 



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ANTI- RENTERS' MARCH 



Th' star of war now's advancing, 
And the brave sons of Mars, 

Their steeds are all a iDrancing— 
And in freedom's noble cause, 

We will all march together ; 
For to trami^le tyrants' laws, 

We'll fight now and for ever. 

Th' flowers of Erin now're blooming, 
And the brave sons of toil, 

Their rights they are resuming— 
For our country and our right, 

W^ell march forward and steady ; 
For to vanquish tyrants' might, 

We'll be loyal and ready. 

God is th' Lord of all creation. 

And man is a man, 
Whatever be his station ! 

And Erin's brave bands 
Now, now, are all a meeting ' 

For their homes and lands. 
They will all fight defending. 

Down with the laws o' extermination^ 

And down with the rent. 
All over the Irish nation ; 

Oh, you brave and you strong, 
Of famine don't be expiring ; 

But to the battle throng, 
And rather die a fighting. 



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Ireland's Hymn of Liberty. 



Irish Air. 



Sons of tli' brave and free, rally from sea to sea, 

Your country for to make free, from sliore to shore ; 

Trample on tli' desj^ots power, tyrants we'll pull down, 
Heed not tli' monarch's frown, now and for ever more ; 

Fio-ht, you sons of Erin, all o'er the nation, 

'Till Ireland takes her station, as in days of yore. 

Behold your children's tears, and of your aged sires, 
Hearken to th' widows' cries, for famine is quite sore ! 

Rail}'' from country and town, landlords we'll pull down, 
"We'll tramj^le on th' monarch's crown, we'll shed streams 
of gore ; 

Rent and taxation, famine, and desolation. 

Shall ne'er oppress th' nation, while we've a pike or sword. 

Off with the despot's yoke, down with the hirehng hosts ! 

We'll banish the foreign foe, as Brian did the Danes ; 
Up with each stalwart man, vanquish the ruffian bands, 

We will possess th' land, as our fathers did before ; 
No more trans^Dortation or extermination. 

Shall again scoui'ge the nation, now or ever more. 

Fear not the landlord's crew, fear not the titled few. 
Fear not the hirelings too, for man must be free. 

Dungeons '11 have a fall, down with prison bars, 

Th' peoj)le will no more be thralls, we'll have liberty. 

Rally with all your might, fight for human right, 
March! March! to the strife, to death or victory! 



95 



PRESIDENT GRANT. 



Air — " Wait for the Wagon,' 



All you loyal citizens, 

You will stand up in a row ; 

And against the thii'd termers. 

How merrily we will vote. 

The old Galena tanner, 

The old Galena tanner, 

The old Galena tanner, 

Will come to grief and woe. 

When Genl Grant was president. 
The jail-birds did loudly sing ; 

He had around him drummers. 
Of the vile old whiskey ring. 
The old Galena tanner, etc. 

When Gen'l Grant was president. 
He trampled on right and law ; 

He put Hayes into office, 

By bayonets, bribes, and fraud. 
The old Galena tanner, etc. 

Grant tramped his way in Europe, 
With the money of the ring ; 

He wanted the people, 

To make him Sultan or King. 
The old Galena tanner, etc. 

The old Galena tanner. 

He shall never rule again ; 
Grant and all the third termers. 

May now go to Pluto's den. 
The old Galena tanner, etc. 



96 



THE CONFIDENCE MAN 



Eddy was the slyest fox, 

From Vermont to Ki Harney ; 

Mickey was the slyest dog, 
That ever sipped the barley. 

To ra lo ral lam, 
To ra lo ral lam. 

Old Micke}^ and a good man, 

Were partners and were bankers ; 

Mickey laid a deep plan. 

The partner's gold he did hanker. 
To ra lo ral lam, etc. 

But the good man ^^assed away, 
From this world and its bondage ; 

He left his gold and bank they say, 
"With Ed. and Mick to manage. 
To ra lo ral lam, etc. 

The widow and her children four, 
Were in high expectations ; 

Somebody's heart will yet be sore, 
For Ed. and Mick's operations. 
To ra lo ral lam, etc. 



A GIRL'S LOVE. 

A GIRL loves her beau to meet. 
She likes a song or a sonnet ; 

She loves to promenade th' street, 
With a new hat or a bonnet. 



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